Devereau:
The Silver Streak does have its drawbacks, but please try the marmalade. They do provide an excellent cuisine.
Grover:
Oh, thank you, sir. I'll tell the boys in the kitchen. We aims to please. Coffee, miss?
Hilly:
No, thanks.
Grover:
He ain't bullshittin' about the cuisine.
Devereau:
Steward?
Grover:
Is that your lady, man? She's somethin' else.
Devereau:
Steward!
Grover:
Stand up, mama. Let me get a look at you.
Devereau:
Steward!
Grover:
Mm, mm, mm! Have mercy!
Devereau:
Steward, you may go.
Grover:
Just a little more coffee?
Devereau:
No, thank you.
Grover:
Half a cup? [pours coffee in Devereau's lap] Oh, sorry, sir. Look what I've done.
Devereau:
You... Get out of...
Grover:
See what I've done...
Devereau:
You ignorant nigger!
Grover:
[pulling a gun] Who you callin' nigger, huh? You don't know me well enough to call me no nigger! I'll slap the taste out your mouth! You don't even know my name! I'll whoop your ass! Beat the white off your ass!
Hilly:
Who are you?
Grover:
I'm a thief.
George:
It's all right, Hilly. He's a friend of mine.
