Lorraine: I'd forgotten how cool it gets here this time of year.
Dorothy: No, you picked the right time to visit. Another month it would be very humid.
Lorraine: You don't know humid until you've been in St. Louis in mid-August.
Dorothy: I hear it gets very, very humid there. Especially in mid-August.
Lorraine: It's incredibly humid. It's hot, sticky.
Dorothy: Why the hell are you marrying my son?
Lorraine: I'm glad one of us finally brought that up. Dorothy, I don't blame you for having your doubts.
Dorothy: I have more than doubts. I look at the two of you, I see so many differences. He is 23. You are 44. He's white. You're black. He is 23. You are 44.
Lorraine: You said that already.
Dorothy: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just can't seem to get past that one.