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Weathers : What in God's name...! ?
Quennie : Oh, the Lord done something here...!
Weathers : I hope I didn't hurt it none, steppin' on it like that. We best
leave that for the police.
Quennie : Oh, baby.
Weathers : I'll go.
Quennie :It's for sure nobody wanted to keep it. Come on, baby.
Woman : Quennie!
Quennie : I'll be back.
Woman : She went and messed
herself all over again...
Quennie : Jane Childress, start her a bath. And mind your own business, Mrs
Duprey. You'll be messing yourself soon
enough.
Hollister : Somebody stole my necklace.
Quennie : OK, Mrs Hollister, I'll be right with you. Go on back upstairs. You
are as ugly as an old pot, but you still a child of God.
Woman : Queenie, she won't go take
a bath without you.
Quennie :Mercy... I'll be right there! You just wait right here for
me, okay ?
Mrs Hollister : My sister gave me those pearls. I can't find them anywhere.
Somebody's been stealing my jewelry.
Quennie :They are right here, Mrs Hollister. See ? Right around your pretty
white neck. Now come on.
Rose : Your heart is strong. You want to avoid any undue stimulation. I trust
you ladies will help me out with
that ?
Rose : I've never seen anything like it, nearly blind from cataracts. I'm not
sure if he can hear, bones indicate severe arthritis. His skin has lost all
elasticity and his hands and feet are ossified. He shows all the deterioration,
the infirmities not of a newborn, but of a man well in his eighties on
his way to the grave.
Quennie : He's dying ?
Rose : His body's failing him before his life's begun. Where did he come from ?
Quennie :It's my sister's child, from Lafayette. She had an unfortunate
adventure. Poor child, he got
the worse of it. Come
out white.
Rose : There are places for 'unwanted' babies like these, Queenie. No room for
another mouth to feed here. The Nolan Foundation, despite their good intentions,
thinks this place is a large nuisance as it is. A baby...
Quennie : You said he don't have long.
Rose : Queenie, some creatures aren't meant to survive.
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