Rochelle: Shut up! Now I brought you here to sell some Yvonne, and by damn it, I'm going to sell some Yvonne.
Mrs. Dumas: Rochelle, that is not the way we sell Yvonne.
Rochelle: Be quiet. Now let me ask y'all a question. Why are you here? To buy and sell Yvonne? No. You're here because you can't get a man.
Mrs. Dumas: We're here because we don't need a man.
Rochelle: Didn't I tell you to be quiet? Now, I know y'all say y'all don't want a man, and I know you say you don't need a man, but the truth is, you can't get a man.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] What you talking about, Willis?
Rochelle: Look at her. You don't think she don't want a man? Why do you think she wears all this makeup? Believe or not, the heifer's 62 years old. [all exclaiming] But she looks good. And if you want to look like this when you're 62, I suggest that you purchase some... Yvonne. Come on, baby. Please come. Girl, come here 'cause I saw the dry scalp from across the room. And you know what? You gotta get this skin lighter here. You know, it's always ashy. No, let me tell you. You gotta put it on your hands.