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Walter: "(Bitterly, to hurt her as deeply as he knows is possible) So you buthered up a dream of mine--you--who always talking 'bout your children's dreams..." (95)

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“I want you to take this money and take three thousand dollars and put it in a savings account for Beneatha’s medical schooling. The rest you put in a checking account- with your name on it. And from now on any penny that come out of it or that go in it is for you to look after. For you to decide” (107).

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BENEATHA: "Mama, George is a fool—honest." (97)

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George: (With artificial patience, counting on his fingers) It's simple. You read books- to learn facts-to get grades- to pass the course- to get a degree. That's all- it has nothing to do with thoughts. ( A long Pause) (97)

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George: (With artificial patience, counting on his fingers) It's simple. You read books- to learn facts-to get grades- to pass the course- to get a degree. That's all- it has nothing to do with thoughts. ( A long Pause) (97)

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"You can just sit there and drink and listen to them three men play and you realize that don't nothing matter worth a damn, but just being there"

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Mama, if there are two things we, as a people, have got to overcome, one is the Ku Klux Klan—and the other is Mrs. Johnson.

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Mama: "There ain't nothing worth holding onto, money, dreams, nothing else--if it means--if it means it's going to destroy my boy" (106).

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George: You read books-to learn facts-to get grades- to pass the course-to get a degree. That's all-it has nothing to do with thoughts. (97)

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“You’re a nice-looking girl . . . all over. That’s all you need, honey, forget the atmosphere. Guys aren’t going to go for the atmosphere -- they’re going to go for what they see. Be glad for that. . . . As for myself, I want a nice simple sophisticated girl . . . not a poet -- OK?” (96)

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"MAMA: Why don’t you all never let the child explain himself? RUTH: Keep out of it now, Lena.”

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(Rising, somewhat offended) Mmmmmmmm. The Youngers is too much for me! (She looks around) You sure one proud-acting bunch of colored folks. Well—I always thinks like Booker T. Washington said that time—“Education has spoiled many a good plow hand”—

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“And at the moment the overwhelming majority of our people out there feel that people get along better, take more of a common interest in the life of the community, when they share a common background. I want you to believe me when I tell you that race prejudice simply doesn’t enter into it. It is a matter of the people of Clybourne Park believing, rightly or wrongly, as I say, that for the happiness of all concerned that our Negro families are happier when they live in their own communities.” (117)

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"What do you think you are going to gain by moving into a neighborhood where you aren't wanted and where some elements -- well -- people can get awful worked up when they feel their whole way of life and everything they've ever worked for is threatened."

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RUTH (smiling to herself):  We went to the movies, (looking at BENEATHA to see if she understands) We went to the movies. You know the last time me and Walter went to the movies together?" (111)

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"There ain't nothing as precious to me, There ain't nothing worth holding on to, money, dreams, nothing else-if it means-if it means it's going to destroy my boy."

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“I seen… him… night after night… come in… and look at that rug… and then look at me… the red showing in his eyes… the veins moving in his head… I seen him grow thin and old before he was forty… working and working and working like somebody’s old horse… killing himself… and you- you give it all away in a day-” (129)

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BOBO: When I got to the train station yesterday morning—eight o'clock like we planned . . . Man—Willy didn't ever show up.

MAMA (not wanting to believe him): You mean . . . your sister's school money . . . you used that too . . . Walter? . . . "

WALTER: Yes! All of it.. . It's all gone.

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Beneatha: (laughingly noticing what her mother is doing) Mama, what are you doing?
Mama: Fixing my plant so it won't get hurt none on the way...
Benatha: Mama, you going to take that to the new house?
Beneatha: That raggedy-looking old thing?
Mama: (Stopping and looking at her) It expresses ME!