Quotes
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Mrs. Pettie : Well, just let me take a good look at you, sonny.
Fred G. Sanford : Well, that'll take about a week.
Cal Pettie : What do you think, Mama?
Mrs. Pettie : The more I look at you the more you look like Paul Newman.
Fred G. Sanford : Don't you mean Alred E. Neuman?
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Mrs. Pettie : How come in your letters home you never once mentioned your partner was colored?
Cal Pettie : He's not colored, he's black.
Mrs. Pettie : Colored or black, what is the difference?
Cal Pettie : Well, depending on who you say it to, about fifteen stitches.
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Cal Pettie : Mama, I can't believe it. I lived with you all those years and I didn't know you were prejudiced.
Mrs. Pettie : Me? I don't have a prejudiced bone in my body. Why, I never say an unkind thing about a Negro, a Jew-boy or a Chink.
Cal Pettie : Mama, can't you know what you're saying?
Mrs. Pettie : Yes, we're all God's children. And it's certainly not Mr. Sanford's fault that he was left in the oven too long.