For Colored Girls2010

Jo:
I went to my gynecologist, and before you, every level in my body was fine.

Carl:
Baby, are you sick? Talk to me.

Jo:
Tell me the truth, Carl. Who have you been sleeping with?

Carl:
Jo, I promise you since... Since you and I have been together, I have not slept with another woman, and I promise you that.

Jo:
What about a man?

Carl:
What the f*** did you just ask me?

Jo:
I see the way you look at them when you think I'm not paying attention. I see it. The pool boy in the Hamptons, my driver, the guy the other night at the opera. I see it all, Carl.

Carl:
You have no idea how much I hate coming up into this motherf***ing house sometimes. Every day, Joanna, if it ain't you telling me what to wear, how to look, calling the shots over my head.

Jo:
Are you gay?

Carl:
How you gonna ask me a question like that?

Jo:
How did you marry a woman, and then turn around and let a man bend you over?

Carl:
Ain't nobody bending me over.

Jo:
So you doing the bending? Is that what it is?

Carl:
I don't wake up holding another man, walking down the street holding some man's hands. That's gay, okay? That ain't me.

Jo:
You're saying a lie, Carl. You're saying a lot without saying nothing at all.

Carl:
I'm saying that your husband is a man, Jo. I'm a man every day of the week. I'm a man. I'm just a man who enjoys having sex with another man, Jo. No attachments, no f***ing... No relationship, just sex, you know? That's what I'm saying, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Jo, for my truth.