- Caroline Long: You were boxing. Why?
- Art Long: "Why?" For five thousand bucks: that's why. I won.
- Caroline Long: You won five thousand dollars?
- Art Long: No, no, no, no, no. I GET five thousand bucks if I win tomorrow night. See; preliminaries were tonight, and the finals are tomorrow night.
- Caroline Long: So what'd you get tonight?
- Art Long: A black eye.
- Gert Long: What's wrong?
- Art Long: "What's wrong?" What? Can't a son come visit his parents without something being wrong?
- Gert Long: Not usually. What's the matter?
- Art Long: [Laughs shyly & turns away]
- Gert Long: BILL! Bill! Art & Caroline have had a fight!
- Bill Long: They'll work it out.
- Art Long: No, we haven't had a fight!
- Bill Long: See there? They've already worked it out.
- Bill Long: Did you get a look at that big meat-headed sonofabitch?
- Art Long: What'd they say he was? Albanian?
- Bill Long: I know one thing: he's some kind of goddamned foreigner, and there ain't but one way to whip 'em.
- Art Long: What's that?
- Bill Long: Kick him right square in the nuts, and then tell him his mother's whore.
- Art Long: Thanks a lot, Dad. Will you just shut up, please?
- Bill Long: I'm just tryin' to help you, Son. You're the one that's gotta go in there and fight this big dumb sonofabitch. Look at him. Probably some kind of a goddamned... Communist savage.
- James Neese: [Stirring up the crowd over the PA] Who's the toughest man in Ft. Worth, TEXAS?
- Toughest Drunk in Ft. Worth: [Toothless old drunk stands & waves hat to jeering crowd] I AM!