you look very handsome tonight, ms. queenie, handsome as i ever seen you.  the green matches your eyes.
hambert's back in town.  came home legless, but he home.  we're gonna throw a party for him.  help get himself situated.  i know you was sweet on him one time.
awful nice, ms. queenie.  come out back for a moment.  take your mind away from things.
what in god's name?!!
look like a milk wagon run over it.  three times.  and back.
i didn't see it layin' there.  i hope i didn't hurt it none.  steppin' on it like that.
we best leave it to the police.  i'll go --
hambert sends his remembrance to you.
are you right out of your mind? i know you don't got all the parts it takes to make one of your own.  but this isn't yours to keep.  this isn't even human kind.
how we doin'? what's that say there?
biscuits.  and.
think. that's a 'v' not a 'b.' say it.
now you talkin'!
how many parts butter we got?
how many parts flour?
how much is four and two?
you're a regular addin' machine.
"molasses".
i learned to read when i was five. my grandfather was a dresser for a famous actor. he'd bring home every play for me to read. "kind keepers of my weak decaying age, let dying mortimer here rest himself. even like a man new haled from the rack. so fare my limbs with long imprisonment. and these gray locks, the pursuivants of death, nestor-like aged in an age of care, argue the end of edmund mortimer."
you thought i was plain ignorant, didn't you?
the actor my grandfather worked for was john wilkes booth. he killed abraham lincoln. you never know.
when it's served. now sit your wrinkly butt back down, mr. lee.
that's mr. oti.  he's an acquaintance of an acquaintance of mine. he'll be stayin' with us in the staff quarters for awhile.
good luck, son.