Relative Meets Kinfolk

"Are you telling me that if I call somebody relative it don't mean he's kin to me?"
"If you had a culture worth anything it would have taught you that relative feeds on time and space."
"Space!  What the freaking hell are you talking 'bout?  My son ain' in no space, he's right here on earth where I can see him."
"Where is he, madam, I don't see him.  Do you see him?"

"Naw, I don't see him.  He's at home or at work.  That's why he ain' here."
"He's in another space."
"He ain' in no space -- you in space, spaced out."
"Now, that's relative."
"I know you crazy now.  How can space be somebody's relative?"
"It can't."
"But you just said --"

"I know.  You see, space can't be relative to anybody, space is space, but everyone is relative to space, see what I mean?"
And don't believe you do either.  You say my kinfolk ain' my relative, that they're in space, and they relative to space, but space ain' relative to them -- thank God all black men don't talk like you."
"And thank God, madam, all black women like you are relative."