"Let me tell you something, Janice. You screwed up big time. There's no way you're going to find another man to treat you as good as I did."

"Yeah. You treated me like a goddamn princess."

"You implying that I didn't? You're standing there with the fucking Hope diamond on your finger, wearing designer clothes, not having to lift a finger to do anything but charge things on the credit cards I pay the bills for. Yet you still have the nerve to ..."

"I had the nerve to raise our child basically by myself," Janice said. "I had the audacity to spend countless nights alone, while you went off on one business trip after another."

"And like a fool I thought I could trust you. After everything I've done for you. After everything I've given ..."

"I'm sick and tired of hearing that, Roland. I'm not a whore. I'm not here because you buy me things. I'm here because we're supposed to love each other. You want to talk about giving things? How about the love I squandered on you while you took me for granted."

"If you're not a whore, then what were you doing with James," Roland asked. "At least your sister has the excuse of being hooked on drugs for making a living on her back. At least she gets paid. Why allow me to rescue you from the streets if this is how you choose to repay me?"

"What kind of thing is that to say," Janice fumed. "You didn't find me on any streets, and you sure as hell didn't save me from them. And if you want to talk about repaying, I repaid you by being a devoted wife for five years."

"Devoted wife!? Devoted to what? To spending my money? To leeching off of me, because I was a fool with a conscience who was raised to pay for his mistakes?"

"Pay for his ... Look, Roland, I know you're angry and you want to hurt me, but trust me, I feel plenty bad already. You think I wanted this to happen? Do you have any idea how many nights I've spent in our bed alone, wondering why you seemed to want to be anywhere but there with me? Did you ever consider how it felt for me to be pushed into the background of your life?"

"That's a nice song and dance," said an unmoved Roland. "But still no excuse."

"You want an excuse, here's one for you. Five years of loneliness was enough. I needed to fill the void somehow."

"You know the nature of my work," Roland said. "I have to put in a lot of hours. I need to visit the various plants, and that means spending a good deal of time away from home. If I didn't do these things, I wouldn't be able to pay for this great big roof that you wanted to be under so badly."

"What do you know about what I wanted? Did you ever once ask me?"

"I didn't have to, it was so obvious. You wanted a meal ticket. You wanted to land a man with a solid family background, a high paying respectable job, his and her cars in the garage, a pool in the backyard, charge accounts in every expensive store you could find. That's what you wanted and that's what you got, all courtesy of me."

"What I wanted was a man who loved me and enjoyed spending time with me," Janice said, fighting to hold her tears in check. "I wanted to be respected, to be listened to, to have passion in my life. What I got was a man unable to see through his inflated ego well enough to notice any creativity, or intellect, or ambition in his wife."

"Let's cut to the chase, Janice, and leave this feminist blather to Gloria Steinem. What you wanted was a white guy with some cash, and you hit paydirt."

"So it's come to that," Janice said icily.

"It's always been there."

"You want to make certain our marriage is irreconcilable, don't you?"

"No, you made sure of that when you slept with James. I can't forgive something like that. I deserve better than this. Better than you."

"You son of a bitch," Janet said, shaking from the sting of her husband’s condemnation. "I hate you so much."

"You don't know a damn thing about hate. Try being tricked into marrying someone you don't love, and being a father to a kid who probably isn't even yours. Try being taken for a fool by someone who drains your wallet, embarrasses you in front of colleagues, and fucks every Tom, Dick and Harry who happen by. Then you'll understand what hate is."

"I did better than that, Roland. I married a man who was hardly ever around, and who didn't satisfy me when he was. If you only could, I wouldn't have needed Tom, Dick, Harry or James."

"The truth hurts, doesn't it," Janet said, liberated more than wounded by the hand of her husband. "You can hit me all you want, but it won't make you any more of a man. You'll never measure up. You never did."

"I should have known better than to get involved with you in the first place. So I guess the blame is on me. You aren't any different than your sister. You've both spent your lives doing it for money. Even with the college degree I paid for you to get, you still haven't changed. I guess it was my mistake to think that you could. Once a nigger, always a nigger."

"Ricky, you must listen very carefully to me. We're going to be spending a few nights at Grandmas's house, just you and Mommy. Won't that be nice? Grandma loves it so much when you come to visit. I want you to take your favorite clothes from the bureau and lay them out on your bed. I'll be up in a minute to help you pack."

"Mommy."

"Yes, sweetie."

"What's a nigger?"