they ain't men, mae rose. they're convicts. and nigger convicts to boot. can you say nigger?
no, nigger.
that's my girl.
that's quite a ways. i'm glad you new york boys could see some of our lovely countryside while you're down here. what do you say, mae rose? how should we teach these two a lesson?
better make it a week.
i don't think these boys have learned their lesson. let's give 'em another week for good measure.
don't you ever question me, sgt. dillard. when i give an order, you jump to it, or i'll kick you and that first-cousin you call a wife outta that pretty little house so fast it'll make your pin-head spin. you got that?
sergeant dillard, make sure these two are out in the fields first thing in the morning.
how was the honeymoon? am i gonna be a grandaddy soon?
uh, doctor.
is mae rose okay?
and the baby?
it's a boy! well, let's get a look at him.
well, where is he? where's my new grandson?
i know it was somebody from this camp. i can feel it in my bones.
do you know who the father of that little chocolated baby is?
well, then, who is it?