Waiter: Ma'am, would you like the salmon or chateaubriand?
Hattie: Oh, we don't want to be a bother. We'll just hang on to these empty plates. Thank you kindly.
Vivian: Are you sure you don't want any of the food?
Hattie: Oh, we don't want to impose. We'll just fade into the background. [pulls Tupperware out of her bag] Breast or wing?
Joe: I think I'll have a wing, thank you. Got any okra casserole?
Hattie: Coming up.
Will: Oh, Granny. You know how much Uncle Phil likes his mama's okra casserole. Why don't you ask him if he wants some?
Hattie: It ain't going to work, Will.
Margaret: What is this interesting melange? It smells divine.
Hattie: Just plain old okra and tomato, honey. [passes it to Margaret]
Margaret: Delicious. Try that, Henry.
Henry: Outstanding. Do we have any biscuits?
Hattie: I hope they're still hot.