Don King: Black people don't get no credit for nothing. All we've got is one word. That word is motherfucker.
Ulysses Ulee Jackson: We don't ask outsiders for help.
Catherine Greer: Whore.
Rebecca: I am not a whore.
Catherine Greer: Then what are you?
Rebecca: He told me what you're like between the sheets. Is it any wonder he needs a woman?
Ellen: You raped me. Then you lied. And raped me again. And again.
Sonny: I'm a genuine, Holy Ghost, Jesus-filled preachin' machine this mornin'.
Harriet: My mother says I was born with an angel on my shoulder. This is supposed to bring me luck and happiness. I think she lied.
Father Stratton: You sold your soul.
Raphael: No, father, I sold my body. Like a whore.