I tried to forget, B & B, lord knows I tried, but somewhere out there is the little girl who made me a mother, and how could I forget about that? The ache that the firstborn child had left in my heart grew bigger while my world grew smaller and lonelier. You asked me before, Byron, about that day on the beach, and you were right; it wasn't an accident.

Eleanor

Charles: my client passed away recently, and she left me instructions to reach you. Her name was Eleanor Bennet. Does that name mean anything to you?
Mabel: No, should it?
Charles: May I ask what you've been told about your adoption?
Mabel: Excuse me? There must be some mistake; I'm not adopted.

Benny: I always thought that I was living in your shadow, but it wasn't about that. She was comparing me to her.
Byron: How could she compare you with this other person who wasn't even in her life?
Benny: She was comparing me to a fantasy of her, which is even worse.

I love you, but it's not enough. I want to respect you, too.

Lynette

Mrs. Martin: Mabel, it never mattered to us where you were from. We had waited for a child for so long.
Mabel: But you know who I was, what I am.

You don't own me or my body or my art or my talent, but you got in my head and convinced me that you did. You convinced me that I was weak for loving my family, and now, my mother is dead, and I will never get to say the things that I should've said to her, and I will never get to ask her the questions that I should've asked her because you robbed me of that chance you manipulative lying piece of shit, but not anymore because I'm done.

Benny

Mabel: I got a phone call this evening from a solicitor in California. He said the strangest thing. He told me my birth mother had died. So, is it true?
Mr. Martin: Mabel, please. Must we really do this now?
Mabel: Yes, we must.

Mabel: My hair, you always told me that that was the Sicilian in me, from Nana, and my skin and my bone structure.
Mrs. Martin: Well, you were lucky you got the beauty genes in the family.

Black Cake Season 1 Episode 5 Quotes

Charles: my client passed away recently, and she left me instructions to reach you. Her name was Eleanor Bennet. Does that name mean anything to you?
Mabel: No, should it?
Charles: May I ask what you've been told about your adoption?
Mabel: Excuse me? There must be some mistake; I'm not adopted.

I tried to forget, B & B, lord knows I tried, but somewhere out there is the little girl who made me a mother, and how could I forget about that? The ache that the firstborn child had left in my heart grew bigger while my world grew smaller and lonelier. You asked me before, Byron, about that day on the beach, and you were right; it wasn't an accident.

Eleanor