Angel Davenport: You know, Percival, you got real talent. I don’t know why you want to waste it in a silly little town like Idlewild. Don’t you want to see the bright lights? I mean, there’s a whole movement going on in Harlem and you’re down here watching the seasons pass by. I’m waiting on a telegram from Chicago as we speak. Then I’m gonna hop on over to New York City. Honey, I am going to travel the world! What about you, huh? What are you doing working in a stiff place like this?
Geneva Wade: You’re trouble, you know that?
Muddy Waters: I know it. How ’bout you?
Lisa: Ya’ll must think I’m stupid like one of those Thelma & Louise bitches!
Mike: Nah, Nah—-
Lisa: Car broke down?! Tell that fool he could at least faced me like a man!
Mike: But, But—
Lisa: I’m not gon’ cry! I’m not! I spent too much time on this damn make-up!
Mike: Lisa, calm down. . .
Lisa: I am calm!
Mike: So then why are you yellin’?
Janie Starks: You ain’t even told me your name.
Tea Cake: My momma named me Virgil Woods, but everybody call me Tea Cake.
Janie Starks: Tea Cake, huh? You as sweet as all that?
Tea Cake: Why don’t you try me and see?
Phil: What would you do if you were stuck in one place and every day was exactly the same, and nothing that you did mattered?
Ralph: That about sums it up for me.
In case you missed it, here’s my wrap-up for A Year With Women one more time. As I slowly ease myself back into watching films directed by men, I’ve definitely felt a bit of a culture shock. I’ve tried to keep my watching very women-centric, because I don’t know if I could handle a lack of women characters too. It’s been a relatively steady transition, although you will see my favorite films I watched last month were still mostly those directed by women! As always, you can see all the films I watched as well as a few favorites after the cut.
Dre: Why you have to say it like that?
Syd: Say what?
Dre: Puh-lease. Like I ain’t shit.
Syd: ‘Cause you ain’t.
Connie Porter: Dying together’s even more personal than living together.
Mr. Ping: The secret ingredient is… nothing!
Mr. Ping: You heard me. Nothing! There is no secret ingredient.
Po: Wait, wait. . .it’s just plain old noodle soup? You don’t add some kind of special sauce or something?
Mr. Ping: Don’t have to. To make something special you just have to believe it’s special.
Po: There is no secret ingredient. . .
Mikey: Is there a scar?
Oona: There will be. You scarred me.
Mikey: But in a good way.
Oona: In a good way.