What's it gon' take, hmm? How much to getchu to get the **** on?
You can't pay me off.
Fine... I'll pay one of these field bitches in here to drag yo' ass out, then—
Shit, you taught me how to fight; I'll beat up every bitch in here, and you know it.
I taught you how to walk away when the money's up, too. Got you a rich white husband, got you a farm, now go home to it.
I ain't ask for none of that - all that shit was your idea! I didn't want no white man, I didn't want to be white. I wanted to be with you!
All it'd take is the wrong person in here to see you - word get back to them crackas, and they gon' try to kill you.
What would it matter to you?
'Cause, if somebody out there put they hands on you... if they hurt you... me and my brother gon' come kill 'em all.
So you'll kill for me.
That's right.
But you still won't tell me the truth. I was young enough to believe you were comin' back. I waited. I waited a long time. But I'm grown now, Stack! And I know you never planned to stay. Why can't you just say that?!
Say what? Hmm? [He removes his hat] That I love you? That I think about you every day? I just wanted to keep you someplace safe. And that was never gon' be here... and it was never gon' be with me. Never.
