Showgirl: So, honeychile, you had a mammy.
Sarah Jane: Yes. All my life.
Annie: How do you tell a child that she was born to be hurt?
Steve: Your bones.
Lora Meredith: What about my bones?
Steve: They're perfect. My camera could easily have a love affair with you.
Lora: It never occurred to me that you had many friends. You never have any visit you.
Annie: I know lots of people. Oh, hundreds.
Lora: Really?
Annie: I belong to the Baptist church. And I belong to several lodges too.
Lora: I didn't know.
Annie: Miss Lora, you never asked.
Lora Meredith: Well, I'm going up and up and up - and nobody's going to pull me down.
Annie: Miss Lora, we just come from a place where... where my color deviled my baby. Now, anything here has gotta be better.
