The Color Purple Page #3

Season #1

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-No!

No! No!

Get off my land!

Get off my land!

You ain't welcome no more.

Celie!

What's he doing?

Leave! We don't need to know.

Nettie!

Please! No!

-Stop!

-Nettie!

Nettie!

Why?

Why? Why?

Why? Ahh!

-Write!

-What?

Write!

Nothing but death can keep me from her!

Please...

...don't go.

Celie!

You and me, us never part

Makidada

Me and you, us never part

Makidada

Ain't no ocean, ain't no sea

Makidada

Get off my land!

Nothing but death can keep me from her!

Nettie.

Two days. Heh.

My Shug gonna be here and everything

gonna be the way it should.

Come on, girl. I'm waiting for you.

You cut me and I'll kill you.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoop, whoop.

Ahh!

The maiI.

Shug! Shug, l'm coming!

-Harpo, saddle my horse!

Yes, sir!

Is there a Ietter from Nettie?

Ain't nothing for you.

I don't never want

you messing with that mailbox!

That's my business!

I fixed that mailbox so I can telI

if it be messed with! Understand?

-Harpo! Ain't you saddled that horse yet?

-Yes, sir!

I'm getting to it. I'm getting to it.

Celie, I'm going out for a spell,

and l want my supper when I get back!

Yes, sir.

"For the next eight...

...or ten...

...months...

...Oliver was the victim of a...

...systematic...

...course of treachery.

For the next eight

or ten months...

...Oliver was the victim

of a systematic course...

...of treachery and deception."

He was brought up by hand.

The hungry and destitute situation

of the infant orphan was duly"--

Celie!

Come help me get ready!

Come on! I'll be late!

You hear me call you?

-Yes, sir?

Celie, ain't that good comb...

...with my other brushes?

Harpo, ain't that horse saddled?

Yes, sir, Pa. Yes, sir.

I's getting to it. I's getting to it.

Georgie!

Too much grease.

Celie!

I don't use this kind of grease!

This grease for slopping hogs!

It ain't for no hair!

You gonna make me late!

I'm gonna get you if you make me late!

Where's my other bIack sock?

Where's my other bIack sock?

Oh, no! Oh!

-CeIie, don't forget to iron my shirt.

-Yes, sir.

Where's my black tie?

I mean the yellow one with black in it!

It's in there.

I don't see it!

Where's my suit pin?

-In the drawer.

-Is it on the shelf?

Uh-huh.

Is it the right side or the left side?

The left side?

The left.

Is this the right vest for my suit?

Sh*t.

Where's my blue--

Oh, here it is.

Which one?

The black one or the blue one?

I like the black one.

Oh, no.

I hate this tie!

It don't go with nothing I got on!

I had a blue one....

Damn!

Hyah! Come on, come on. Hyah!

She said she write,

but she never write.

She said only death

could keep her from me.

Maybe she dead.

Sofia, slow down!

Sofia, now slow down!

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