Waiting to Exhale (1995)
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!
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]
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.
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.
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!
Gloria Matthews: Your father's coming home on Tuesday.
Tarik Matthews: And? First of all, he ain't my father, he's my daddy; there's a big damn difference.
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.
Savannah Jackson: So what do you think, Robin? I've love this man forever. And now that we've got another chance, I don't want to blow it by making him think I don't have any faith in him. You know what I mean?
Robin Stokes: Don't we hear this on "Sally" and "Oprah" every day?
Robin Stokes: That's what you sound like, you know.
Savannah Jackson: Is that where you get your advice from? TV?
Robin Stokes: Well, you know, there was this one woman in your same situation. This man kept saying he was going to leave, too. She got her hopes all up and everything. Quit her job and even moved to the same city he lived in. Right after she got there, she found out she was three months pregnant. He ended up dumping the woman. Said his kids would be too hurt if he left now.
Savannah Jackson: So what about the baby?
Robin Stokes: So she had an abortion. She never even told a soul, not even her mama. She never looked at men quite the same again.
Savannah Jackson: So he left his wife in the end, right?
Robin Stokes: Take a wild guess, Savannah.
Savannah Jackson: What show did you hear this on?
Robin Stokes: Sorry, I've never been on "Oprah".
Michael Davenport: [after the awkward sex scene] I knew you were going to be somebody special. How do you feel?
Robin Stokes: About what?
Michael Davenport: Me... uh, this... uh, everything. Tell me what you want. What do you need because whatever it is, I'm gonna see that you have it.
[He sits up]
Michael Davenport: What's your fantasy? I mean, what do you want from a man?
Robin Stokes: Everything.
Michael Davenport: Could you be more specific?
Robin Stokes: [she sits up] I want to have a house in Scottsdale.
Michael Davenport: I own a house. In Scottsdale. What else?
Robin Stokes: I want to get married. And I want to have kids- two, maybe three.
Michael Davenport: And?
Robin Stokes: I want to eat out two, maybe three times a week. I want to have babies. I want to go away for long weekends. I want to have a family. I want to be happy.
Michael Davenport: You don't want much. I can give you that and a whole lot more.
Robin Stokes: What about you, Michael? What do you want?
Michael Davenport: Robin, I think I've found it.
Robin Stokes: You don't even know me.
Michael Davenport: No, it's about knowing me. I can give you everything you want, everything you need if you let me.
Robin Stokes: [after a moment] You can start by kissing me.
[Michael is about to dive in and she stops him]
Robin Stokes: No, slowly... and gently.
Robin Stokes: [Michael kisses her gently. Robin narrates] And he did it right. And I felt like silk. And when I looked at him, I didn't care anymore that he wasn't Mr. Universe.
[they start kissing passionately as she narrates]
Robin Stokes: I just felt young and sexy and beautiful. And when I closed my eyes and squeezed my pelvis real tight and my body exploded from the inside out, Michael felt just like the real thing. And everything was perfect. For once.