Waiting to Exhale (1995)
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 this 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 Harris: [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 Harris: It won't happen again.
[she shuts the door in his face]
Bernadine Harris: 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!
Gloria Matthews: 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 King: I would love to, but I've got so much to do around here. Maybe some other time.
Gloria Matthews: To be honest, I don't have no business eating any of it as big as I am.
Marvin King: My wife was a big woman too. I like a woman with some meat on her bones.
Troy: You black bitches are all the same.
Robin Stokes: Bitch?
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 Stokes: A white woman can have your sorry ass!
Bernadine Harris: I give you 11 fucking years of my life and you're telling me you're leaving me for a white woman?
John Harris, Sr.: Would it help if she was black?
Bernadine Harris: No. It would help if you were black.
Bernadine Harris: [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 Harris, Sr.: Business hasn't been good for years, but don't you worry, you'll get what's coming to you.
Bernadine Harris: Hell, I'm not worried... you, on the other hand, should be.
John Harris, Sr.: I am prepared to offer you $300,000 cash, *today*.
Bernadine Harris: Your children aren't for sale.
John Harris, Sr.: Oh by the way, I'm coming to pick up my kids on Saturday.
Bernadine Harris: Yeah?
[Walks back toward John]
Bernadine Harris: And if I hear you had 'em anywhere near that tramp *bitch*, you're gonna regret it for the rest of your life!
Robin Stokes: [thought about Michael] Does he think he just did something here? Shit, I coulda had a V-8.