Claudine

Charles:
[Charles comes down the stoop stairs and sees Claudine sitting there] I knew it all the time. I knew that nigga was gonna walk out on you. I knew that! It's your own damn fault. That's right- don't blame nobody but yourself! You had the six kids!

Claudine:
That's right! Six kids- that's right! That's all I got in this world- my children.

Charles:
I hate them.

Claudine:
Get away from me, Charles!

Charles:
I knew I had nothing but I have to share what I ain't got.

Claudine:
My son, the black revolutionary. You ain't nothing but a snot-nosed coward. That's what you are.

Charles:
Yeah, that's right. That's what you want me to be, Mama? Why do you think Francis the way we is? He's being exactly what you want him to be- invisible.

Claudine:
You're a damn crybaby.

Charles:
I don't know why you didn't kill me when I was born.

Claudine:
Oh, you talk crazier every day!

Charles:
If you loved me, you would have killed me like those women back on the plantations. They killed their kids so they wouldn't have to be slaves.

Claudine:
I guess I didn't love my children because I wanted them to live.

Charles:
Yeah, so you told us to be afraid, right?

Claudine:
You better be afraid! You better be afraid- this world out there will kill you.

Charles:
How can frightened people change anything?

Claudine:
There ain't no other kind of people, Charles. I'm scared all the time, but I do my job. If you ain't scared, you don't have need for guts.

Charles:
What you gonna do now?

Claudine:
I'm gonna get some sleep and I'm going to work tomorrow.

Charles:
Well, as you crawl into bed, you take a look at Charlene's tits. Good night, Grandma.