(party goers talking indistinctly) - It's time to cut my cake.
Mr. Parker, I remember how keen you were to cut my pineapple.
Perhaps you would like to do the honors.
- I regret that I cannot.
- Oh, you would offend your hostess for the sake of this absurd sugar boycott?
When will we hit at the end of it?
- When every last slave is freed, my lady.
I know you believe me a hypocrite because I am a beneficiary of the very trade I seek to boycott but I cannot change the past.
All I can do is speak for those who cannot.
The fact is anyone who buys sugar perpetuates this evil trade.
So if you are not troubled by the thought of men and women toiling all day to harvest your sugar, then by all means, enjoy your cake.
But I must decline.
(party goers murmuring) (plates clanking) - Oh, this is absurd.
(plates clanking) Oh.
