Suzanne. Listen to me, OK? In my day? The black women ran this place. And I say women because that's what we were. Not a bunch of little girls runnin' around here with bad attitudes. Now I see you. You understand? I see you. You're a smart, strong black woman. Everybody else around her underestimates you, but not me. You remember that the next time you run into dandelion or whatever the hell you want to call her. You hold your head up high, you hear me? Because at the end of the day, you are a garden rose and that bitch is a weed.

Vee