Bessie: What kind of solution is that? I ain't gonna give them my land! It's been in my family for generations.
Lillian: Mama, a map drawn on the back of a Sears catalog is not gonna hold up in a court of law.
Bessie: I ain't gonna give 'em this land without a fight.
Lillian: And we know you love to fight.
Bessie: What does that mean?
Lillian: Ever since I've been here, you've had something to say about every little thing I do.
Bessie: 'Cause you come in here thinking you're better than us! You're not the only one smart enough to go to college.
Lillian: Mama, we know. We know that college wasn't an option for a Black woman when you were coming up.
Bessie: College was an option for me. I was gonna study veterinary medicine at A&M. But your grandma wouldn't let me go. Told the admissions man that she needed me too much here on the farm.
Lillian: Well, why couldn't Big Granny see that it would've been better for you in the long run?
Bessie: 'Cause she'd never seen anybody do it. So I made sure I worked damn hard here so I'd get to see somebody do it.
Lillian: And, Mama, I appreciate it. But you can't be blaming me for what I had nothing to do with.
Bessie: I know you appreciate what I gave you. But sometimes... it's hard to see from three hours away.