A successful black woman discovers that her birth mother is a lower-class white woman, but the woman denies it. As emotions run high, everyone's secrets are exposed.

Maurice: Secrets and lies! We're all in pain! Why can't we share our pain? I've spent my entire life trying to make people happy, and the three people I love the most in the world hate each other's guts, and I'm in the middle! I can't take it anymore!
[last lines]
Cynthia Purley: This is the life, innit sweethearts?
Maurice: She can't help it; she never had enough love
Cynthia Purley: I wouldn't know him if he stood up in my soup!
Cynthia: I can still turn a few heads...
Roxanne: ...and a few stomachs!
Maurice: Life isn't fair then is it. Somebody always draws the short straw.
Cynthia Purley: But sweetheart, I can't be your mother!
Hortense Cumerbatch: Why not?
Cynthia Purley: Well... look at me!
Cynthia Purley: Where's this food, then? I'm ravishin'.
[Hortense laughs]
Cynthia Purley: What?
[Hortense chuckles]
Cynthia Rose Purley: You gotta laugh, ain't ya sweetheart? Else you'd cry.
Cynthia Rose Purley: [to Hortense] You look more like me than m'daughter does!
Monica Purley: Can't miss what you never had!
Maurice: Can't you?
Roxanne: Don't be stupid.