Marcia Warren:
The Nazis have chased me out for the last time. There's only one place I'll run to from here on. That's Beverly Hills, California.
Cleona Jones:
I'll settle for Harlem, Basin Street, Central Avenue, and all points in between.
Marcia Warren:
Amen, sister. I want to go *home*. Where a gas station looks like the Taj Mahal. And a restaurant looks like a hat.
Cleona Jones:
I've been away long as soon you have, Miss Marcia. I miss everything, you miss. Plus.
Marcia Warren:
Plus what?
Cleona Jones:
A nice colored boy who speaks something besides French or goes around in a night gown in which case he turns out to be an A-rab.
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