- Sally Miller: Ye haint never seed these here mountains with nothing green, no birds singin', nothin' but rain and snow - they'll be like that fer me all the time after Samson's gone.
- Jesse Purvy: If I die, you *get* Samson South, as you did his father; if I live I'll tend to him myself.
- Sally Miller: You jest set where yer at, I'll light out across the hill and fotch Samson and his mule.
- Samson South: Stranger, if hit haint askin' too much, will ye let me see ye paint one of them things, some day?
- Jesse Purvy: Stranger, kin ye look at the sky and the mountains and hear them singing with yer eyes?
- Samson South: Up to now no South haint never busted a truce. Samson do you want to hide or shall I let them blood hounds in?
- Sally Miller: Oh God! I ain't nobody but just Sally Miller an' ye air Almighty God, but I want you to hear my prayin' an' keep the blood hounds away from Samson.
- Jesse Purvy: Yer a truce bustin' murderin' bully. The Souths spit ye outen their mouths, git!
- Samson South: Uncle Spicer, I'm studyin' erbout goin' away fer a spell and seein' the world.
- Spicer South: I'm gettin' old, Samson, what'll the Souths do for a leader when yer gone?
- Tamarack Spicer: How in the hell did ye git into town?
- Samson South: I rid in. How'd ye git in jail?
- Tamarack Spicer: I got too much licker and shot up the lights last night.
- Sally Miller: He won't never come back no more, but ef he does come I'll shore be a waitin'. Lord God, make him come back.
- Samson South: Miss Lescott, I haven't any idea of proper manners, and as we would say down home, I'm plumb skeered of ladies.
- Adrienne Lescott: Mr. South, I know all about manners, and you know about a hundred *real* things, suppose we teach each other?
- James Farbish: [Observing Adrienne arriving with Samson] She is supposed to be engaged to Wilfred Horton. He ought to resent her visiting a questionable resort with that barbarian.
- Adrienne Lescott: Dinner with you alone at a country inn, unchaperoned, is dreadfully unconventional - it borders on wickedness.
- Wilfred Horton: The Queen can do no wrong; but you are constantly seen with an uncouth freak who is scarcely a gentleman, and people will talk, you know.
- Wilfred Horton: South, you're a damned savage - unfit for decent society.
- Samson South: Mr. Horton, I reckon you're a little drunk.
- Samson South: I was meant to be a cat's-paw to get Horton out of your way. Now I'm going to attend YOUR case.