50 Best Julia Sugarbaker Quotes

[Boarding a plane]
Suzanne: Where are our seats?
Julia: I don't know. If history teaches us anything, mine will be next to a baby who smokes.

Julia: [On the phone with Charlene] Hello, Charlene. I just wanted to thank you again for turning me into the judge. Now, the whole jury is sequestered till Lord only knows when, and I am here in Motel Hell, sharing a room with a women with no lips.
Charlene: Julia, I had to do it. We violated that law. By the way, I don't think you're supposed to be making telephone calls. I'd hate to have to report this, too.
Julia: If you are so all fire, heaped up about turning people in, I believe you'll find some overdue library books in my upstairs den. Why don't you just report that too, and maybe you'll get your merit badge, you big 'ole donkey girl scout!
Charlene: Now Julia, you sound overwrought.
Julia: Yeah, well you're going to think overwrought. If I miss my dinner with Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter because of this you're gonna pay and I mean pay big! I'm gonna find you and hunt you down like a dog! I'm talkin' about you runnin' around in the woods in the snow with bloodhounds rippin' your clothes off! And remember Charlene, I have your address. You'll be wise to ask yourself do I know where my baby is!
Charlene: [Julia has hung up] Julia! Julia?
[Hanging up the phone]
Charlene: Oh my gosh, she threatened Olivia.
Mary: What did she say?
Charlene: She said she's gonna hunt me down and hire bloodhounds to rip my clothes off. Now I, I- I thought the judge was just gonna give her a warning, I didn't know she'd be shut up in a motel room. Now Suzanne, you know Julia, I mean when this is all over she'll realize I had to do it and, and- and forgive me, dontcha think?
Suzanne: I think you and your baby should get some black wigs on and get the hell outta town.

Suzanne: Haven't you ever heard of Darwin?
Julia: You mean Darwin Sanders? The man who used to take care of our lawn?
Suzanne: No, Silly, Charles Darwin. Don't you people ever read?
Julia: Yes, Suzanne, yes. We do. But you don't, so I thought... well... go on.

Julia: Well, he certainly seems like a... sweet man.
Carlene: Yes, he does... And he's awfully handsome, too.
Julia: Yes, he is.
B.J. Poteet: Hey, they're both gone. Let's come clean. That man is dumber than a box of rocks.

[after Charlene turns juror Julia in for discussing her case outside of court]
Charlene: [on the phone] Now Julia, you sound overwrought.
Julia: Yeah, well you're gonna think overwrought. If I miss my dinner with Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter because of this, you're going to pay and pay big. I'm going to find you and hunt you down like a dog! I'm talking about you running through the woods in the snow with blood hounds ripping your clothes off! And remember Charlene, I have your address. You'd be wise to ask yourself "Do I know where my baby is?"

Julia: Yes, and I gather from your comments there are a couple of other things you don't know, Marjorie. For example, you probably didn't know that Suzanne was the only contestant in Georgia pageant history to sweep every category except congeniality, and that is not something the women in my family aspire to anyway. Or that when she walked down the runway in her swimsuit, five contestants quit on the spot. Or that when she emerged from the isolation booth to answer the question, "What would you do to prevent war?" she spoke so eloquently of patriotism, battlefields and diamond tiaras, grown men wept. And you probably didn't know, Marjorie, that Suzanne was not just any Miss Georgia, she was the Miss Georgia. She didn't twirl just a baton, that baton was on fire. And when she threw that baton into the air, it flew higher, further, faster than any baton has ever flown before, hitting a transformer and showering the darkened arena with sparks! And when it finally did come down, Marjorie, my sister caught that baton, and 12,000 people jumped to their feet for sixteen and one-half minutes of uninterrupted thunderous ovation, as flames illuminated her tear-stained face! And that, Marjorie - just so you will know - and your children will someday know - is the night the lights went out in Georgia!

Charlene: I can't think of reasons to quit I have to think of reasons to succeed.
Julia: You're not quitting. You're choosing not to pursue this particular line of endeavor.
Mary: Julia, that sounds an awful lot like quitting.

Reese: Now darlin', you know how I feel about you. But we shouldn't have to suffer the rest of our lives for one
[starts to laugh]
Reese: careless, stupid, drunken blunder.
Julia: Why, you old sweet *talker* you!

Julia: And that is the night... the lights... went out in Georgia!

[repeated line]
Julia: Have you all just COMPLETELY lost your minds?

Charlene: [after Julia kicks Imogene out] Well, she finally got fired up.
Julia: Was that what you had in mind, Mary Jo?
Mary: Not bad.
Julia: i guess you just have to find something that inspires you.

Charlene: They're having their convention this year in Atlanta. All the Belles are gonna be here.
Mary: Sounds scary.
Julia: How many?
Charlene: 500. Stay out of the supermarkets.

Charlene: [defending her novelty lingerie purchases] These are gag gifts.
Julia: They certainly make me gag.

Julia: I'm saying I want you and your equipment out of here now. If you are looking for somebody to suck pearls, then I suggest you try finding yourself an oyster. Because I am not a woman who does that, as a matter of fact, I don't know any woman who does that, because it's stupid. And it doesn't have any more to do with decorating than having cleavage and looking sexy has to do with working in a bank. These are not pictures about the women of Atlanta. These are about just the same thing they're always about. And it doesn't matter whether the clothes are on or off... it's just the same ol' message. And I don't care how many pictures you've taken of movie stars - when you start snapping photos of serious, successful businessmen like Donald Trump and Lee Iacocca in unzipped jumpsuits with wet lips, straddling chairs, then we'll talk.

Suzanne: I never use catalogs. I'd rather go in the store and see all the salespeople groveling and sucking up to you.
Julia: Pardon me, I never knew they were so solicitous at the K-Mart.

Julia: Excuse me, aren't you Marjorie Leigh Winnick, the current Miss Georgia World?
Marjorie: Why, yes I am.
Julia: I'm Julia Sugarbaker, Suzanne Sugarbaker's sister. I couldn't help over hearing part of your conversation.
Marjorie: Well, I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was here.
Julia: Yes, and I gather from your comments there are a couple of other things you don't know, Marjorie. For example, you probably didn't know that Suzanne was the only contestant in Georgia pageant history to sweep every category except congeniality, and that is not something the women in my family aspire to anyway. Or that when she walked down the runway in her swimsuit, five contestants quit on the spot. Or that when she emerged from the isolation booth to answer the question, "What would you do to prevent war?" she spoke so eloquently of patriotism, battlefields and diamond tiaras, grown men wept. And you probably didn't know, Marjorie, that Suzanne was not just any Miss Georgia, she was the Miss Georgia. She didn't twirl just a baton, that baton was on fire. And when she threw that baton into the air, it flew higher, further, faster than any baton has ever flown before, hitting a transformer and showering the darkened arena with sparks! And when it finally did come down, Marjorie, my sister caught that baton, and 12,000 people jumped to their feet for sixteen and one-half minutes of uninterrupted thunderous ovation, as flames illuminated her tear-stained face! And that, Marjorie - just so you will know - and your children will someday know - is the night the lights went out in Georgia!

Charlene: Wonder what's keeping Suzanne and Anthony?
Julia: Charlene, are you serious? A six-foot black man dressed like Hazel just left here with Suzanne, his co-conspirator to defraud and deceive the United States Government and you're wondering what's keeping 'em? Well. It's been 3 and a half hours I don't think you need to wonder anymore I think it's pretty obvious. They are in prison.

Julia: I think you should tell them to take their invitation, fold it in five corners, and stick it where the sun don't shine.

Mary: [about Anthony] It just sticks in your craw that he's made partner, doesn't it, Suzanne?
Suzanne: It's nothing personal, Mary Jo. It's just that there seem to be too many chiefs and not enough Indians, and I think things worked better around here when Anthony was an Indian.
Mary: Well, too bad, kemosabe.
Charlene: You know, I never knew what that meant.
Julia: In this case, it translates as "lazy, inconsiderate White woman."

Julia: [Suzanne enters the shop, obviously distraught] Something wrong, Suzanne?
Suzanne: Yes, something is wrong. I'm driving down the street this morning, the sun is shining, I'm young, I'm beautiful. I look in the rearview mirror and what do I see? There is a hair growing out of my chin. I mean, have you ever in all your life? I simply could not believe my eyes. Here I am, hardly 30 years old, and there's this hair sticking out right here. It's unbelievable. Obviously, I'm being punished for some heinous sin, like telling Kyle Westheimer's parents that he is, in fact, a bisexual. But all I know is, whatever it is, I did not merit this.
Mary: You told some guy's parents that he's a bisexual?
Suzanne: That's right. I always tell the parents. And I'm not sorry either. I don't believe in bisexuals. I figure the rest of us have to choose, so why shouldn't they?

Julia: Don't let fear stop you from having this thing you want so much.

Anthony: Julia, excuse me for overhearing, but I just want to add my two cents.
Julia: [laughs sarcastically] Oh please... I just want to hear from EVERYONE on this topic! Call your friends!
Anthony: No no, I was just going to say that you can't force yourself to start dating again if it isn't time. I know because there was a time where I wasn't interested in any romantic involvement at all. The whole idea didn't appeal to me, period... no matter who approached me, I just wasn't interested.
Julia: Really, Anthony. When was that?
Anthony: That was the day I entered prison.

Julia: [reading aloud a letter from Dash Goff] Yesterday, in my mind's eye, I saw four women standing on a veranda in white, gauzy dresses and straw-colored hats. They were having a conversation. And it was hot. Their hankies tucked in cleavages where eternal trickles of perspiration run from the female breastbone to exotic vacation spots that southern men often dream about. They were sweet-smelling, coy, cunning, voluptuous, voracious, delicious, pernicious, vexing and sexing... these earth sister/rebel mothers... these arousers and carousers. And I was filled with a longing to join them. But like a whim of Scarlett's, they turned suddenly and went inside, shutting me out with a bolt of a latch. And I was left only to pick up an abandoned handkerchief and savor the perfumed shadows of these women... these southern women. This Suzanne. This Julia. This Mary Jo and Charlene. Thanks for the comfort, Dash Goff... the writer.

Charlene: [Speaking about the ugly little incident] Well, What did they say?
Julia: Does matter? They said the usual asinine stuff they always say.
Charlene: I know, but just out of curiosity, what was it?
Julia: Charlene, we always go through this. Why do you have to know?
Charlene: I don't know. It's a sickness.
Julia: All right, Charlene. If you must know. They said,
[speaking dryly]
Julia: "Hey sweet meat. What it is? Mmm-mmm. Strut it out. Bring it on home to me now." Okay?

Julia: [Eldon and Julia are looking at a book of wall paper samples and discussing how important it is to make the selection as the finish deadline approaches] Now, this is the wall paper we would like you to use. I know you said that the other wall paper made you dizzy...
Eldon: [Interrupts Julia] I don't like it.
Julia: I beg your pardon?
Eldon: It doesn't have any red, white or blue, and I told you I wanted something that goes with the American flag.
Julia: Yes, well, we've been all over that, but we simply cannot decorate around the American flag.
Eldon: Why not?
Julia: Because no one puts a flagpole in the middle of the room.
Eldon: Why not?
Julia: Because... it would look... ODD!
Eldon: Well, I thought... that the customer... was *always* right.
Julia: Well, you... were *mistaken*
[drops the book on the ground]
Julia: That was two weeks, 3 wall papers, 2 floor coverings, 11 sofas, 4 end tables and 16 LAMPS AGO! WE ARE NO LONGER *INTERESTED* IN WHAT THE CUSTOMER THINKS, OR WANTS, AND FURTHERMORE, THERE IS *NOT* GOING TO BE A VIBRATING BED WITH A PAY BOX OR A REVOLVING SCREEN LAMP WITH A CAMP SCENE! NOT AS LONG AS THE NAME *SUGARBAKER* RESTS ON THIS PROJECT! NOT NOW, NOT EVER! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

Julia: Madame, and I use that term loosely, you couldn't find your considerable derriere if you were sitting on it!

Allison: Oh, Julia, just so you know, the next time you see your lawyer on company time, it's going on your record.
Julia: Just so YOU know... The next time you speak to me in that tone of voice, you're going to the moon.

Julia: We believe she's practicing the worlds oldest profession...
Charlene: Monette's a carpenter?

Suzanne: [leaning her chin in towards Julia] Julia, do you see anything else there?
Julia: No Suzanne, I don't.
Suzanne: Good. Cause if I get another one, I'm just gonna have to get a gun and shoot myself through the head.
Mary: Why don't you shoot yourself in the chin? Maybe that way you'll hit the root.
Suzanne: I'm glad you all find this so amusing.
Charlene: Oh c'mon, Suzanne. Don't you think you're being just a little bit shallow?
Suzanne: No I do not Charlene. I don't think it is shallow not to want to go through life wearing a goatee.

Julia: Hey, hey, hey! New Orleans! I am Julia Sugarbaker and Imma' go sleep in Anthony Bouvier's room! I am white, he is black! We are not engaged and he is significantly younger than I am! So just put that in your étouffée and choke on it!

Mrs. Salinger: Now I don't like to hurt anyone's feelings, but if these boys hadn't been doing what they do, they wouldn't be getting what's coming to them now.
Mary: Imogene, gays aren't the only ones getting it.
Mrs. Salinger: No, but they're the ones who started it.
Kendall: Actually, nobody knows how it got started. Gays are just one of the first groups it showed up in.
Mrs. Salinger: Yes, and for a good reason. You reap what you sow. And you boys brought this on yourselves. As far as I'm concerned, this disease has one thing going for it. It's killing all the right people!
Julia: Imogene, I'm terribly sorry. I'm gonna have to ask you to move your car.
Mrs. Salinger: Why?
Julia: Because you're leaving.
[pulling her towards the door]
Mrs. Salinger: What are you talking about?
Julia: I'm talking about the only thing worse than all these people who never had any morals before AIDS, are all you holier-than-thou types who think you're exempt from getting it.
Mrs. Salinger: Well, for your information, I am exempt. I haven't lived like these people. And I don't care what you say, Julia Sugarbaker. I believe this is God's punishment for what they've done.
Suzanne: Oh, yeah?
[standing up from chair]
Suzanne: Then how come lesbians get it less?
Mrs. Salinger: That is not for me to say. I just know that these people
[pointing to Kendall]
Mrs. Salinger: are getting what they deserve!
Julia: [Raising her voice] Imogene, get serious! Who do you think you're talking to? I've known you for 27 years and all I can say is, if God was giving out sexually-transmitted diseases to people as a punishment for sinning, then you would be at the free clinic all the time.
[Imogene gasps]
Julia: And so would the rest of us!
Bernice: [standing up] I think she makes a good point.
Mrs. Salinger: Oh, who cares what you think? You're not even all there!
[tapping her head]
Bernice: [sighs] Well, as long as we're on the subject,
[pointing at her chest]
Bernice: neither are you!
Mrs. Salinger: Well, Julia. You needn't look forward to any more of my business in this lifetime!
[turning towards door grabbing coat]
Julia: Wonderful!
[opening door]
Julia: I'll close up your account! And another thing, my son has an "A" in chemistry. In fact, he's making all A's in everything - including P.E!
[slams door shut]

Julia: Suzanne, if sex were fast food, there'd be an arch over your bed!

[En route to Japan]
Suzanne: And I'll tell you something else. I am not eating octopus, walking around in my stocking feet, or takin' a bath with my neighbors no matter what those little people say.
Julia: It's always stimulating to travel with the international voice of racism.

Charlene: What's the matter?
Kendall: Nothing, you just surprised me, taking my hand.
Charlene: You mean because...
Kendall: Yeah. In the hospital even some of the nurses refused to come in my room.
Julia: [sees Imogene overhearing] Imogene, why don't you take that book over to the counter, hun? I'll be over in just a sec to write up the order.
Mary: I can't believe that, I mean if *hospital* people are gonna act that way, how can they expect the public to behave any better?
Kendall: What I want to know is how'd you guys get so smart?
Mary: Well, we read.
Suzanne: And I went to see Julia's and my family doctor, and he told me that you can't get AIDS from touching anybody, you can only get it from sex, blood products and shared needles.
Mary: I mean it just stands to reason if AIDS was airborne, that somebody would've gotten it that way by now.

Kendall: [Kendall wants the Sugarbakers to plan his funeral] I'm about a quart low on T-cells, which is kind of like standing on the edge of a cliff. So that's why I want to get going on this. Will you do it for me?
[the girls look at each other in hesitation]
Kendall: [Kendall] There are a lot of people out there now that don't have anybody. You'd be sending 'em off in style.
Julia: When do we start?

Julia: There's no need for introductions, Ray Don. We know who you are.
Ray: You do?
Julia: Of course. You're the guy who's always wherever women gather or try to be alone. You want to eat with us when we're dining in hotels, you want to know if the book we're reading is any good, or if you can keep us company on the plane. And I want to thank you, Ray Don, on behalf of all the women in the world for your unfailing attention and concern. But read my lips and remember: As hard as it is to believe, sometimes we like talking just to each other, and sometimes we like just being alone.

Julia: Suzanne, if sex were fast food, there'd be an arch over your bed.

[about Nancy Reagan's book]
Suzanne: She said it was a gag gift.
Julia: Well, it certainly made me gag.

Julia: I do not think everyone in America is ignorant! Far from it! But we are today, probably, the most uneducated, under read, and illiterate nation in the western hemisphere. Which makes it all the more puzzling to me why the biggest question on your small mind is whether or not little Johnny is gonna recite the Pledge of Allegiance every morning! I'll tell you something else, Mr. Brickett. I have had it up to here with you and your phony issues and your Yankee Doodle yakking! If you like reciting the Pledge of Allegiance everyday then I think you should do it! In the car! In the shower! Wherever the mood strikes you! But don't try to tell me when or where I have to say or do or salute anything, because I am an American too, and that is what being an American is all about! And another thing, I am sick and tired of being made to feel that if I am not a member of a little family with 2.4 children who goes just to Jerry Fallwell's church and puts their hands over their hearts every morning that I am unreligious, unpatriotic, and un-American! Because I've got news for you, Mr. Brickett. All liberals are not kooks, anymore than all conservatives are fascists! And the last time I checked, God was neither a Democratic nor a Republican! And just for your information, yes I am a liberal, but I am also a Christian. And I get down on my knees and pray everyday - on my own turf - on my own time. One of the things that I pray for, Mr. Brickett is that people with power will get good sense, and that people with good sense will get power... and that the rest of us will be blessed with the patience and the strength to survive the people like you in the meantime!

Julia: Mary Jo, what on Earth is the matter now?
[as Mary Jo's tossing on top bunk in which Julia is on bottom]
Mary: It's this stupid dress of Suzanne's. This is so typical. It's just like her to hand this by my bed so it won't get wrinkled in the closet and I'm so little it won't bother me. She does this kinda thing to me all the time.
Julia: Why don't you just take it down?
[Mary Jo picks up Suzanne's bathing suit]
Mary: Actually, this fascinates me. These bra cups are huge. It's kinda like this is the corral where Suzanne keeps her bosoms and I'm the hired hand who guards them while she's taking them out on a midnight ride.

Suzanne: [as Julia & Suzanne board a plane] Where are our seats?
Julia: I don't know, but if history teaches us anything, mine will be next to a baby who smokes.

Julia: All right, that's it! This is not a whorehouse. This is *my* house, and I have had all I'm going to take of you. You don't care about history; you just want to sell it. You don't even sell it honestly. You just want to sell the myth, the Myth of the Old South! You all know that myth, don't'cha? Happy darkies singin' in the fields, while Miss Scarlett primps around throwing hissy fits! Well, that's an insult. It isn't the South. It's an insult to all the people who lived and died here not so very long ago. Years we Southerners have had to endure many things, but one thing we Southerners do not have to endure is a bunch of bored housewives turning historical homes into theme parks. Not to mention ill-mannered tourists with their Big Gulps, Slurpees, Misties and Frosties, their dirty feet, overflowing rubber thongs, and babies who sneeze Fudgesicle juice! OUT! OUT OF MY HOUSE! As God is my witness, I will burn it down myself before I let you in again!

Mary: Julia, If I could just be more like you. I mean, you can always think of just a million things right of the top of your head and it is always articulate and wonderful. I need you to show me how you do what you do.
Julia: Well, I'm not sure exactly what that is.
Suzanne: Oh get serious, Julia! They don't call you the Terminator for nothing.

Bernice: Are you gonna get lip implants?
Julia: No Bernice...
Bernice: Breast augmentation?
Julia: No Bernice.

Julia: [Julia is counting juror ballots] One for, One for, and one against. Alright that's seven to four. Who didn't vote?
[Janice, a mime, raises her hand]
Julia: Well, Janice, what is the problem? Did you intend to mime your vote?
Janice: I'm just not comfortable making a decision yet.
Julia: I see. And yet you are perfectly comfortable smearing your face with white grease paint and annoying pedestrians all over Atlanta. Interesting. No really, Janice, I think it's time you came to a decision. As a matter of fact, I think it's time you all came to a decision. We've been here almost three days, and apparently you people have nothing better to do then to sit around here hogging up the tax payers' money, eating baskets of friend cheese, and staying at the Fair Price Motel. Which, I understand some of you think is the nicest place you've stayed in a while.
[Tight Lips fumes]
Julia: Well, let me tell you something, it is not the nicest place I've been in a while. And for your further information, I'm having dinner with a former president and first lady of the United States tonight, because we are all going to be out of here. And the reason we're all going to be out of here, is that this case is very simple. Did any of you listen to the judge's instructions? He practically told us to acquit. The case is frivolous! The defendant was not negligent. Case closed! Q.E.D.! Over and out! Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more! Go up to the table and mark your ballets, and if you don't mark them right, I'm going rip that fire extinguisher off the wall and blow your over-fed, under-read, simple- minded butts out onto the Fair Price Motel parking lot!
Tight: I don't think jury members are supposed to threaten each other. I don't appreciate that.
Julia: Oh, really? Well, I don't appreciate you leaving you big 'ole box of June Allison bladder pads on my night stand for all the maids and bellboys to see! Of course, you don't care if you never get out of here; you don't even have to get up to go to the bathroom! Now, I am passing these slips for the final ballet, and I want to tell you right now, read my lips: Mark your slip wrong, and I will wrap it around a fried cheese ball and shove it down your throat!

Anthony: I want to know what you're gonna do to compensate Julia and all the others to whom you've brought pain and sorrow.
Tyrone: I guess I don't know yet.
Anthony: Well, you're gonna have plenty of time to think about it. This is your third offense, and they're gonna throw the book at you this time.
Tyrone: I know. I don't even know why I did it.
Anthony: You just wanted to screw up because that's what everybody expects of you. Well I'm gonna surprise you, Tyrone. I'm gonna wait around here for you to get out. I'm gonna come to visit you every week. I'm gonna check on you. I'm gonna hound you like a dog. And when you do get out of here, I'm gonna expect to see something a whole lot better than what I'm looking at now.
Tyrone: You are?
Anthony: Oh, you're damn right.
Tyrone: I can't believe you came. My own sister didn't even come.
Anthony: So what, Tyrone. You think that you're the only kid in the world whose family doesn't care about him? Well let me tell you something. I grew up in a neighborhood where people put cigarettes out on your head. I never met my father, and my mother was an addict who left me behind when I was two weeks old - - I didn't see her again 'til I was nine. Then she wrote and said she was coming. One day she showed up at school after I had told everybody how beautiful my mama was and how she was coming just to see me. You know what she did, Tyrone? She got out of her car. She walked across the playground and picked up some other kid and hugged him and starting crying and calling him by my name. She did that right in front of everybody. I was her son and she didn't even know me. So you see... I've been where you are right now. And if it hadn't been for that one person, my grandmama, loving me and kicking my butt everyday I'd still be there.
Tyrone: I'm sorry I let you down.
Anthony: I'm gonna be here every week. You can count on that, Tyrone.
Guard: I'm sorry, but your time is up.
Anthony: One more thing, man. You know that birthday wish that you asked me about? I wished you were my son.
Tyrone: I love you.
[hugs Anthony]
Anthony: I love you too, man.
[the guard escorts Tyrone out. Julia comes up to Anthony]
Julia: Anthony, I want you to know that I've never been prouder of anyone in my life... than I am of you at this moment.
[she hugs him]
Julia: Let's go home.

Anthony: Mary Jo, Julia, Suzanne, I'd like for you to meet the Atlanta director of Operation World Hunger, Mr. Guy Whitworth.
Julia: How do you do?
Mr. Whitworth: Pleasure to meet all of you.
Anthony: Yeah, I'm driving Mr. Whitworth this evening, and this is our special guest of honor, Derek. Derek is from Ethiopia.
Mr. Whitworth: That's right, he lost his entire family to famine, and now he's traveling around with our organization telling people about it.
Mary: Oh it's so nice to meet you, Derek.
Derek: Hi.
Julia: Do you speak English?
Derek: Yes. I tell people about my country and other countries where all the children are dying because they do not have food.
Mr. Whitworth: 40,000 children every day.
Suzanne: No, that's not true.
Anthony: Oh yes it is, worldwide.
Suzanne: Well that's unbelievable.
Mary: Suzanne, you should read this literature: every 72 hours the same number of people die of starvation as were killed by the Hiroshima atomic bomb.
Anthony: That's two atomic bombs a week.
Julia: Well I don't know why this isn't on the news every night, I can't imagine a bigger story than this, what? Some politician going to prison? Some movie star getting a divorce?
Mr. Whitworth: Unfortunately starvation's an old story, most people aren't even aware. That's why what Derek's doing is so important.
Julia: What a job for a little boy.
Suzanne: [stands up] May I shake your hand?
Derek: Yes, ma'am.
Suzanne: I just want to say I think you're a real neat kid.
Derek: You're pretty.
Suzanne: Thank you, darling, I needed that.

Charlene: I don't feel anything but deeply ashamed.
Julia: [shocked at Charlene's garish sweater and leather mini-skirt] You'd feel less ashamed if you changed outfits.

Suzanne: You know, I have never understood why people get so crazy about sex anyway, I mean when you think about it, it's pretty silly, and silly looking too, and it messes up your hair. I don't think it's something we ever would've come up with on our own.
Julia: Why not?
Suzanne: Well it's just got to be hormones, otherwise no rational person would run around trying to link up with other people in that way. I mean when you get down to it, it's just kind of an odd thing to do, don't you think?

Julia: Yes, you can give him a message. You do take shorthand, don't you? Good, we take it in the South too. Anyway, just tell him that I have been a Southerner all my life, and I can vouch for the fact the we do eat a lot of things down here... and we've certainly all had our share of grits and biscuits and gravy, and I myself have probably eaten enough fried chicken to feed a third world country - not to mention barbecue, cornbread, watermelon, fried pies, okra, and... yes... if I were being perfectly candid, I would have to admit we have also eaten our share of crow, and for all I know - during the darkest, leanest years of the Civil War, some of us may have had a Yankee or two for breakfast. But... speaking for myself and hundreds of thousands of my Southern ancestors who have evolved through many decades of poverty, strife, and turmoil, I would like for Mr. Weaks to know that we have surely eaten many things in the past, and we will surely eat many things in the future, but - God as my witness - we have never, I repeat,
[shouts]
Julia: never eaten dirt!