Black Girl1972

Mu' Dear:
Rosie, sure enough Billie Jean is your child but I got the feeling you're wrong.

Mama Rose:
You're a lie!

Mu' Dear:
You ain't never in your life called me a lie and God's gonna whip you for that when you're laying in your death bed. God is gonna whip you because I am your mother, Rosie. I am your MOTHER!

Mama Rose:
Dear, you don't understand what I've been through with these girls!

Mu' Dear:
Rosie, you don't know nothing about nobody in this house because you're so busy trying to save strangers! If anyone tries to touch any of them girls off the street, you'd bring down the wrath of God. But with your own children? Your own family?

Mama Rose:
Yeah, Mama, what about my own family? What kind of love did you give me to pass on?

Mu' Dear:
You're gonna carry that to your grave, ain't you Rosie? You're gonna whip me wuth that until it kills you or me, ain't you?

Mama Rose:
Dear, I love all of you. I did what I could for Billie Jean. Now you know I didn't raise her for no dancing and shaking her tail in public.

Mu' Dear:
God didn't make you perfect in your judgment either, Rosie. You could be wrong about Billie Jean. God knows I ain't crazy about her wanting to be no dancer either, but that's her life! Now if she don;t make nothing out of it, it would be her nothing!

Mama Rose:
Ma Dear, you want us to just stand around and let her ruin her life, huh?

Mu' Dear:
She can't do no worse for hers than you did with yours, NONE OF YOU! Now, Rosie, you come to your senses.