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!?