Gloria: Would you like to have dinner with us tonight? It's just leftovers. Collard greens and corn bread, some candied yams, a little potato salad, fried chicken, peach cobbler and a few slices of ham.
Marvin: I would love to, but I've got so much to do around here. Maybe some other time.
Gloria: To be honest, I don't have no business eating any of it as big as I am.
Marvin: My wife was a big woman too. I like a woman with some meat on her bones.
Bernadine: The worst thing is that he made me move out here where my children are in school with only one other black kid so they won't be improperly influenced. Well, guess what John, YOU'RE the motherfuckin' improper influence! Get your shit! Get your shit! And, get out!
Troy: You black bitches are all the same.
Troy: Y'all always complaining about how nobody don't want your ass, don't nobody know how to treat ya! Then you meet a man, a brother, with genuine interest in ya, and you gotta act simple. Then you wonder why we date white women.
Robin: A white woman can have your sorry ass!
Bernadine: I give you 11 fucking years of my life and you're telling me you're leaving me for a white woman?
John Sr.: Would it help if she was black?
Bernadine: No. It would help if you were black.
Gloria: Your father's coming home on Tuesday.
Tarik: And? First of all, he ain't my father, he's my daddy; there's a big damn difference.
Bernadine: [Arguing about money at John's office] Who do you think started this damn company, huh? And now, you think you can just take the money and run...
John Sr.: Business hasnt been good for years, but dont you worry, you'll get what's coming to you
Bernadine: Hell, I'm not worried... you, on the other hand, should be.
John Sr.: I am prepared to offer you $300,000 cash, *today*
Bernadine: Your children aren't for sale.
John Sr.: Oh by the way, I'm coming to pick up my kids on Saturday.
[Walks back toward John]
Bernadine: And if I hear you had em anywhere near that tramp *bitch*, you're gonna regret it for the rest of your life!
Fireman: Ma'am, were you aware that your car was on fire?
[Bernadine nods her head while smoking a cigarette]
Fireman: Ma'am, did you start his fire
[she puffs smoke and plainly looks at him]
Fireman: You know, it's against the law to burn anything except trash in your yard.
Bernadine: [flicks off ashes from her cigarette] It is trash.
Fireman: Look, this is a nice area. Luckily a neighbor cared enough. Listen, the next time you want to burn something...
Bernadine: It won't happen again.
[she shuts the door in his face]