Charles: [Charles comes down the stoop stairs and sees Claudine sitting there] I knew it all the time. I knew that nigga was gonna walk out on you. I knew that! It's your own damn fault. That's right- don't blame nobody but yourself! You had the six kids!
Claudine: That's right! Six kids- that's right! That's all I got in this world- my children.
Charles: I hate them.
Claudine: Get away from me, Charles!
Charles: I knew I had nothing but I have to share what I ain't got.
Claudine: My son, the black revolutionary. You ain't nothing but a snot-nosed coward. That's what you are.
Charles: Yeah, that's right. That's what you want me to be, Mama? Why do you think Francis the way we is? He's being exactly what you want him to be- invisible.
Claudine: You're a damn crybaby.
Charles: I don't know why you didn't kill me when I was born.
Claudine: Oh, you talk crazier every day!
Charles: If you loved me, you would have killed me like those women back on the plantations. They killed their kids so they wouldn't have to be slaves.
Claudine: I guess I didn't love my children because I wanted them to live.
Charles: Yeah, so you told us to be afraid, right?
Claudine: You better be afraid! You better be afraid- this world out there will kill you.
Charles: How can frightened people change anything?
Claudine: There ain't no other kind of people, Charles. I'm scared all the time, but I do my job. If you ain't scared, you don't have need for guts.
Charles: What you gonna do now?
Claudine: I'm gonna get some sleep and I'm going to work tomorrow.
Charles: Well, as you crawl into bed, you take a look at Charlene's tits. Good night, Grandma.