J.J.: Sweets, this can't be a social call.
Sweet Daddy: Why not, J.J.?
J.J.: You mean it is?
Sweet Daddy: Naw!
J.J.: I didn't think so.
Sweet Daddy: But, Sweet Daddy is mad, and is very upset that you don't think of me as just 'plain folk'.
J.J.: Well, Sweets it's hard to think of some people as plain folks, like Jack The Ripper, Attilah The Hun, Darth Vader!
Sweet Daddy: Boy, don't you be calling me no Darth Vader, boy!
[Sweet Daddy grabs J.J. and starts to shake him]
Willona: [yells] Hey!
Penny: [Penny runs up to Sweet Daddy] You let go of J.J.!
[Penny kicks Sweet Daddy on his ankle]
Sweet Daddy: Owww! Oh lord! I sure hope she didn't hit a diamond
[Sweet Daddy pulls up his pants leg, and nurses a jewel encrusted ankle bracelet]
Willona: Penny! Penny, I'm shocked at you! Nice young ladies don't go around kicking other people!
Sweet Daddy: Right On!
Willona: But, a pointy headed orangutang is
[snaps her fingers]
Willona: cool with Mama!
[to Sweet Daddy's bodyguards, who are blocking the front door]
Willona: Move, goons!
[Penny pushes past them]
