Tara: (trances, tied to a chair) It burns when I'm tied up. It burns like fire, momma.
Lettie Mae: (to Lafayette) Tyin' her up's not makin' her better.
Lafayette: I done told you, it's for her own good. Ours too.
Lettie Mae: (to Tara) Child, tell me baby. Tell your momma what you need.