Nettie:
Celie! Celie!
Celie:
Nettie?
Mister:
She got to go!
Celie:
No!
Nettie:
Celie!
Celie:
No! Dear God! Dont take my Nettie!
Mister:
You aint never gonna hear from her!
Celie:
Dont hurt her! Dont do this!
Mister:
You even try to find her, she be the one to pay!
Nettie:
Dont forget me, Celie!
Celie:
Nettie, write to me!
Mister:
Git!
Nettie:
I'll write to you every day
Mister:
Git!
Nettie:
Nothin' but death will keep me from you!
Mister:
Git off my property!
Celie:
Nettie!
Nettie!
Mister:
Yo sister dead to ya! Dead!
Celie:
You cant do this! You cant do this!
Why you do this, dear God?

Celie:
What you done wit' my sister?
How this play in your plan?
Wont you bring back my Nettie?
You the only one who can!
I never ask for anything
But Im askin' for this
If Im really a lily of the field
You will answer my prayer
Or you're no God at all
Nettie!
Mister:
What you think you doin'? You touch that mailbox, an’ I'll kill ya, gal
Celie:
So many winters grey and summers blue
She must be dead
What kind of God are you?