Quotes
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Fred G. Sanford : [after assisting a confused Mexican woman] She wanted to know where the bus to San Diego was.
Cal Pettie : Why'd she ask me? Do I look like a Mexican?
Fred G. Sanford : You look like a bus.
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Mrs. Pettie : Well, just let me take a good look at you, sonny.
Fred G. Sanford : Well, that'll take about a week.
Cal Pettie : What do you think, Mama?
Mrs. Pettie : The more I look at you the more you look like Paul Newman.
Fred G. Sanford : Don't you mean Alred E. Neuman?
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Mrs. Pettie : How come in your letters home you never once mentioned your partner was colored?
Cal Pettie : He's not colored, he's black.
Mrs. Pettie : Colored or black, what is the difference?
Cal Pettie : Well, depending on who you say it to, about fifteen stitches.
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Cal Pettie : Mama, I can't believe it. I lived with you all those years and I didn't know you were prejudiced.
Mrs. Pettie : Me? I don't have a prejudiced bone in my body. Why, I never say an unkind thing about a Negro, a Jew-boy or a Chink.
Cal Pettie : Mama, can't you know what you're saying?
Mrs. Pettie : Yes, we're all God's children. And it's certainly not Mr. Sanford's fault that he was left in the oven too long.
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Fred G. Sanford : [after Cal reports that Mrs. Pettie refuses to stay in a black man's home] I'm going down and have a talk with your mama.
Cal Pettie : Now wait a minute, Fred. Listen. Look, she's my mama. Don't be mad at her.
Fred G. Sanford : Me mad? No, I'm gonna butter her up one side and marmalade down the other
[stepping into the hallway]
Fred G. Sanford : then I'm gonna shove her in the toaster.