Oh, it ain't her fault, Miss Bea. It ain't your'n, and it ain't mine. I don't know rightly...
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Delilah Johnson:
[running after her daughter, who is crying]
Peola? Peola! What's the matter, honey? What's happened?... Peola. What's happened to my baby? Peola at 10:
I'm not black! I'm not black! I won't be black! Beatrice 'Bea' Pullman:
Peola. Peola at 10:
She called me black. Jessie called me that. Beatrice 'Bea' Pullman:
Jessie! Jessie Pullman, for shame on you. Delilah Johnson:
Come and sit down on Mammy's lap. Aw, that's a girl. [making sushing sounds to Peola] Delilah Johnson:
Now, now, now, Peola. Calm yourself, baby. You gotta learn to take it. You might just as well begin now. Beatrice 'Bea' Pullman:
[to Jessie]
You apologize to Peola this minute. Delilah Johnson:
No, no, Miss Bea. Don't make her apologize. Ain't no good in that. Peola at 10:
[still crying]
You! It's 'cause you're black. You make me black. I won't. I won't. I won't be black. Beatrice 'Bea' Pullman:
Jessie, how could you say such a mean, cruel thing to Peola? Funeral Spectator:
[shaking her head]
I didn't mean anything. Delilah Johnson:
Oh, It ain't her fault, Miss Bea. It ain't your'n, and It ain't mine. I don't know rightly where the blame lies. It can't be our Lord's. It's got me puzzled
[running after her daughter, who is crying]
Peola? Peola! What's the matter, honey? What's happened?... Peola. What's happened to my baby? Peola at 10:
I'm not black! I'm not black! I won't be black! Beatrice 'Bea' Pullman:
Peola. Peola at 10:
She called me black. Jessie called me that. Beatrice 'Bea' Pullman:
Jessie! Jessie Pullman, for shame on you. Delilah Johnson:
Come and sit down on Mammy's lap. Aw, that's a girl. [making sushing sounds to Peola] Delilah Johnson:
Now, now, now, Peola. Calm yourself, baby. You gotta learn to take it. You might just as well begin now. Beatrice 'Bea' Pullman:
[to Jessie]
You apologize to Peola this minute. Delilah Johnson:
No, no, Miss Bea. Don't make her apologize. Ain't no good in that. Peola at 10:
[still crying]
You! It's 'cause you're black. You make me black. I won't. I won't. I won't be black. Beatrice 'Bea' Pullman:
Jessie, how could you say such a mean, cruel thing to Peola? Funeral Spectator:
[shaking her head]
I didn't mean anything. Delilah Johnson:
Oh, It ain't her fault, Miss Bea. It ain't your'n, and It ain't mine. I don't know rightly where the blame lies. It can't be our Lord's. It's got me puzzled
Full Transcript
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You apologize to Peola this minute
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No no Miss Bea
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Don't make her apologize Ain't no good in that
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You It's 'cause you're black
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You make me black
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I won't I won't I won't be black
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Jessie how could you say such a mean cruel thing to Peola
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I didn't mean anything
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It ain't her fault Miss Bea
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It ain't yours and it ain't mine
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I don't know rightly where the blame lies
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It can't be our Lord's It's got me puzzled
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Movie Summary
A struggling widow and her daughter take in a black housekeeper and her fair-skinned daughter; the two women start a successful business, but face familial, identity, and racial issues along the way.
