Color Purple

Shug:
I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice it.

Harpo:
Who this, Pa? Who this?

Albert:
The woman that was supposed to be your mammy.

Celie:
The jail you plan for me is the one you're gonna rot in.

Old Mr.:
She black as tar, nappy-headed, got legs like baseball bats, and I hear she got that nasty women's disease.

Young Celie:
Nettie. Write.

Nettie:
What?

Young Celie:
Write.

Nettie:
Nothing but death can keep me from it.

Shug:
See Daddy, sinners have souls too.

Sophia:
Girl child ain't safe in a family of men.

Sophia:
All my life I had to fight. I had to fight my daddy. I had to fight my uncles. I had to fight my brothers. A girl child ain't safe in a family of men, but I ain't never thought I'd have to fight in my own house!

Sophia:
I loves Harpo, God knows I do. But I'll kill him dead 'fo I let him beat me.

Old Mr.:
Boy, you goin' let this ol' nappy-headed girl cuss you out like that? You sittin' at the head of your own dinner table and actin' like a waiter.

Old Mr.:
Celie, you has my sympathy. Ain't many women allow they husband's ho to lay up in they house.

Shug:
You sho is ugly.

Sofia:
Sat in that jail, I sat in that jail til I felt like I's bout to rot to death. I know what it like to wanna go somewhere and cain't. I know what it like to wanna sing... and have it beat out 'ya. I want to thank you, Miss Celie, fo evrything you done for me. I 'members that day in the store with Miss Millie - I's feelin' real down. I's feelin' mighty low. And when I seed you - I knowd they is a God. I knowd they is a God.

Squeak:
You just a big ol' heifer!

Albert:
Look at you. You're black, you're poor, you're ugly, you're a woman. You're nothin' at all!

Celie:
The more things change, the more they stay the same