Brock Peters: Earl

Black Girl

Earl

Mama Rose: You bring me any money?
Earl: Now, Rosie, why can't you be nice?
Mama Rose: How come I ain't bein' nice? I ain't cussed you out or nothin' - yet.

Earl: Norma Faye and Ruth Ann and Billie Jean wasn't enough for you, huh?
Mama Rose: They don't appreciate me like them other girls do.
Norma: Maybe if you would appreciate *us* more, Mama.
Mama Rose: What is there to appreciate, Norma Faye? I don't see none of y'all's gradguation pictures up there. You and Ruth Ann couldn't keep your dresses down.
Earl: Oh, y'all got caught, huh?
Mama Rose: Yeah. They got caught. The way Billie Jean like to shake her tail, she's next. I don't put no faith in none of 'em no more.

Earl: Lawd, I always wondered what that voice was kept tellin' me, "Pack your things and git while the gittin's good." Now I know. Two Rosies under the same roof. Herbert, you sure must have your balls together.
Mama Rose: What the devil are you talkin' about?
Earl: Billie Jean got ways like you, Rosie.
Mama Rose: Billie Jean ain't nothin' like me.

Earl: When's the last time you seen your old, no-good Daddy, Billie Jean?
Mama Rose: That chickenshit bastard, he better not bring his tail around here again.
Earl: Now, I heard he was tellin' people Billie Jean wasn't none of his'n.
Mama Rose: Up his mammy's ass with a flagpole! I ought to know who Billie Jean's Daddy is!

Mama Rose: All Billie Jean got on her mind is that-that-that dancin' mess.
Earl: Dancin'?
Norma: Oh, yeah, Daddy. She do that ballet-dancin' stuff. You know, where you kick your legs all out and you have your arms floppin' around like chicken wings. You know, like the white folks do.

Earl: Damn, baby, if you wanna use what your Mama gave you that bad, come on back to Detroit with me. I'll show you how to get your PhD in the funky chicken,

Mama Rose: E.P., you tryin' to make that old devil make me do somethin' and I ain't gonna listen to him.
Earl: Come on, girl.

Mama Rose: E.P., how are all them girls in Detroit gettin' along with you down here?
Earl: Well, now that you mention it, I was thinkin', since you like to keep girls, I'd round up all them funky bitches and bring 'em down here to you. If you stop playin' with me, I'll stop playin' with you.

Earl: Rosie, you're the damnedest woman I ever met. Gimme my money. If you was willin' to pull with me till I got my shoe business goin' good, then - you could have your home paid for, you wouldn't have to slave no more. But you keep on wearin' yourself out doin' for somebody else. So go on, keep on lettin' yourself go. And you don't even laugh like you used to.

Earl: What is it? I never did beat all on you or nothin' like some guys do women. Never even raised my hand to you.
Mama Rose: 'Cause you know you better not pull no shit like that, that's why.
Earl: You're right. You're always right. In fact, you're so right, it seemed I ought to be able to come down sometime and not see you in the same rut, payin' rent on that matchbox of a shack, where half the time, you heat your own water before you can wash your face or payin' off some loan company where you done borrowed money for them kids.

Mama Rose: Billie Jean, come on out and get some of this money, honey.
Earl: Now, what a minute, Rosie. I ain't givin' every niggah's kid in the neighborhood some of this money.
Mama Rose: What the hell you mean, every niggah's kid? I know you know who Billie Jean's Daddy is. I know damn well you ain't intendin' to come into this house, give everybody in here some money, and ain't givin' Billie Jean none.
Earl: Hell, I'm lettin' her wear my name. Ain't that enough?
Billie Jean: You can have it back anytime you want it, Earl.