Rose Scott:
Sometin's ailin' you, Reeve.

Reeve Scott:
No, Mama.

Rose Scott:
Well, sometin's hasn't changed you mood since breakfast. Tell me.

Reeve Scott:
Mama, you better dan anyo' dat radar dey had out in de Souf Pacific.

Rose Scott:
I don' know nothin' 'bout radar, but I know when sometin's plaguin' ma chile.

Rose Scott:
Lor' Almighty, there she is!

Reeve Scott:
Shucks. An' we thought it was white folks!

Julie Ann Warren:
Ah declare, Rose. Ah never saw him take to anyone like he does to you.

Rose Scott:
Chillun' know who loves 'em.

Julie Ann Warren:
Oh sometimes, Rose, Ah think you just about invented love.

Judge Purcell:
Don't you rattle your skeleton in my court! Your being here at all constitutes a treachery to the entire white community that's too colossal to be believed!