Hattie: Don't go giving me that look, Zeke. That's the same look you give me at the county fair when I wouldn't let you climb up the greasy pole. Now, you're not all that mad with me, are you?
Philip: Well, Mama, yes, I am. I try to set some rules down for Will and you undermined my authority. I know how to handle things. I am an adult.
Hattie: I am, too, Zeke.
Philip: I know that.
Hattie: Do you? How many adults do you tell to take a nap?
Philip: Mama, I was just worried about you.
Hattie: But I'm fine, baby.
Philip: I know. When you had the flu and I talked to you on the phone, you sounded so small. I just want you to live a long time.
Hattie: Then, Zeke, let me live.

Hilary: What is that smell?
Hattie: Watch your step. The floor is wet.
Philip: Mother, what are you doing?
Hattie: I'm picking apples from a cherry tree. What does it look like I'm doing? I'm giving your floor a good hand scrubbing.
Vivian: That's Geoffrey's job.
Hattie: No, it ain't.
Geoffrey: [enters] I have begun the mulch pile, madam.
Hattie: Fine, Geoffrey, I'll be out to look at it directly, right after I flip the mattresses.
Philip: Hold on, Mama. Geoffrey?
Geoffrey: Sorry, sir, but she threatened me with a whupping.

Will: Granny!
Hattie: Oh, sugar! Will, as handsome as ever.
Carlton: Grandma, as generous as ever.
Will: Granny, did you notice how Carlton's grown? He's almost into adult sizes.
Hattie: Well, congratulations, dear.