Lily Owens:
[
to T. Ray] My whole life has been nothing but a hole, where my mother should have been. It always left me aching, but I never thought about what it did to you.
Lily Owens:
If your favorite color is blue, why did you paint the house pink?
August Boatwright:
[
chuckles] That was May's doing. When we went to the paint shop, she latched on to a color called, "Caribbean Pink." She said it made her feel like dancing a Spanish Flamenco. I personally thought it was the tackiest color I had ever seen, but I figured if it could lift May's heart, it was good enough to live in.
Lily Owens:
That was awfully nice of you.
August Boatwright:
Well, I don't know. Some things in life, like the color of a house, don't really matter. But lifting someone's heart? Now, that matters.
Rosaleen Daise:
How come you all got names from a calendar?
May Boatwright:
Our mama loved spring and summer. We had an April too, but she... she died when she was little.
[
runs out of the room, sobbing and humming]
Neil:
*Walks up to June who slowly rises from her chair* Hi.
June Boatwright:
Hi.
Neil:
*pause* Did you call me here to talk? I am a little busy...
June Boatwright:
You ain't the only one who's busy, Neil.
Neil:
*voice rises in irritation* So I'm just supposed to stand here and watch how busy you are...
June Boatwright:
No! *Both turn away with a sigh*
Rosaleen Daise:
I feel like I've been beaten with a stick.
Lily Owens:
You have been beaten, remember?
Rosaleen Daise:
But not with a stick...
Zach Taylor:
Miss August told me about you being here helping out. She didn't mention anything about you being white.
Lily Owens:
Maybe she didn't notice.
Lily Owens:
You think something being an impossibility makes you think about it even more?
May Boatwright:
Like what?
Lily Owens:
I don't know. Like... kissin'.
May Boatwright:
That ain't impossible. When I was 15, I made a 7UP cake for this boy. After that, he kissed me all the time.
Lily Owens:
What'd it feel like?
May Boatwright:
Like I was gonna burst.
Lily Owens:
Miss May, I know you get real sad sometimes. My daddy never feels. He never felt anything. I had rather be like you.
May Boatwright:
A worker bee weigh less than a flower petal, but she can fly with a load heavier than her. But she only lives for or five weeks. Sometimes not feeling is the only way you can survive.
May Boatwright:
[
noticing Zach smiling over a Lily] You want me to help you make a 7UP cake?
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