Vy: Damn it. Janice, you should have told me he was White.
Aunt Helen: Uh-oh. Clear the table. I think she's gonna blow.
Janice: Vy, I am sick to death of your attitude. Now if you don't want to be here, just leave. I mean, if you don't want me to marry Frank, so who cares?
Vy: Baby, don't you have enough problems being an African-American woman? You need a white husband to further complicate things? What about Frank? This isn't gonna make his life any easier. Have you thought about that? You thought about your children? Or the jobs or friends you may lose because some bigot fails to see the beauty in your marriage? Honey, I did not make the rules, but I do know how to play the game. For survival, Janice, please don't marry this man.
Janice: Vy, Frank and I are aware of everything you just said and we can handle it, sis.
Vy: You are making a terrible, terrible mistake. [exits]
Aunt Helen: Well, I guess she'll be on the first broom back to Philly.