Delilah: What’s my baby want?
Peola: I want to be white, like I look.
Peola: Look at me. Am I not white? Isn’t that a white girl there?
Delilah: Oh, honey. We’s had this out so many times. Can’t you get it out of your head?
Peola: No, I can’t! You wouldn’t understand that, would you? Oh, what is there for me anyway!?
Daphne: And who am I supposed to choose anyway, huh? Who do you think is better?
Johnny: I like you. And I have an odd instinct that I’d like her too. Maybe I should meet her.
Daphne: Let me be perfectly honest with you, okay? You’re a very charming guy, irresistible, in fact. And that’s why I know you would be a horrendous choice because I’m not looking for a great affair for my daughter. You know, like, a gorgeous musician who’s gonna break her heart. I’m looking for a life partner.
Johnny: That’s great. Thanks. Yeah, no, I love being reduced to a cultural cliché. That’s just terrific. Because only musicians break people’s hearts. Wow.