Grandmother Reese:
You're fat! My husband was fat. He's dead now. You must eat like a pig!

John Bourgignon:
A pig. Yeah, yeah.

Grandmother Reese:
Cigarettes'll kill you. My husband smoked, you know. He died from smoking too much.

John Bourgignon:
I thought you said he died 'cause he was fat!

Grandmother Reese:
He was fat, with bad lungs.

Ed Reese:
How much money do you make in a year?

John Bourgignon:
Oh, in a year, I would say anywhere from thirty to eleven thousand a year, sir.

Wallace Jefferson:
Hey man, you remember Maurice Walker, the car thief? He dead. Yeah, his old lady threw him down the elevator shaft. That must have happened 3 or 4 years ago, man.