Mary: All I'm saying is I find it difficult to believe.
Sarah: But it's the truth, Mary.
Mary: Really?
Sarah: Honest to God.
Mary: So if I was to go next door and open that washing basket of yours...
Sarah: You wouldn't find any darks. What, do you think I'm holding out on you?
Mary: I don't know what to believe.
Sarah: Listen, I've plenty of coloureds. You're welcome to my coloureds.
Mary: I'm not interested in your coloureds, Sarah. It's darks I need. Oh, listen, Da.
Joe: Do not be starting at me about darks, Mary. I've given you whatever darks I have. Stick on a half load and be done with it, woman.
Mary: A half load goes against everything I stand for. You know that, Da.