Ali Hakim: I wanted to marry her when I saw the moonlight shining on the barrel of her father's shotgun.
Will Parker: Now that I got that fifty dollars, you name the date.
Ado Annie Carnes: August 15th.
Will Parker: Why August 15th?
Ado Annie Carnes: Because that was the first day I'se kissed!
Will Parker: Oh was it? I didn't remember that!
Ado Annie Carnes: You wasn't there.
Ado Annie Carnes: He called me his Persian kitten!
Carnes: what'd you call her that for?
Ali Hakim: Ohh - I don't remember...
Ado Annie Carnes: I do! He said I's like a Persian kitten cause they is the cats with the soft round tails!
Carnes: [cocking his gun] That's enough. In this country that better be a proposal of marriage.
Will Parker: I don't know what to make of you! You're too purty to be a skunk! Too thin to be a snake! To little to be a man, and too big to be a mouse! I reckon you're a rat!
Ali Hakim: That's logical.
Aunt Eller Murphy: [singing] I'd like to say a word for the cowboys.
Carnes: Oh, you would, would you?
Aunt Eller Murphy: The road he treads is difficult and stony. He rides for days on end with just a pony for a friend...
Ado Annie: I sure am feelin' sorry for the pony!
Ali Hakim: It's a wonderful thing to be married. I got a brother in Persia got six wives.
Ado Annie Carnes: Six wives all at once?
Will Parker: Why, sure. That's the way they do in them countries.
Ali Hakim: Not always; I got a brother in Persia only got one wife. He's a bachelor.
Ado Annie Carnes: Sometimes there seems like times that men ain't got no need for women.
Dancer: There's sometimes women ain't got no need for men.
Ado Annie Carnes: Yeah, but who wants to be dead?
Ali Hakim: You'd hardly ever see your daughter no more!
Carnes: That'd be all right. Just take care of her, son.
Aunt Eller Murphy: [with gun in hand] SING! SING! C'mon now! Sing!
Curly: [singing] There's a bright golden haze on the meadow, There's a bright golden haze on the meadow. The corn is as high as a elephant's eye, And it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky. Oh, what a beautiful mornin', Oh, what a beautiful day! I got a beautiful feelin' Everything's goin' my way.
Curly: If she liked me any more, she'd sic the dogs on me.
Curly: [to Jud] How did you get to be the way you air
Curly: anyhow? A-sittin' up here in this filthy hole
[referring to the smokehouse]
Curly: ? Why don't you do something healthy once in a while, instead of staying shut up here, a-crawlin' and a-festerin'?
Jud Fry: I ain't good enough for you, am I? I'm a hired hand. I got dirt on my hands. Pig slop. I ain't fit to touch you, am I - you're better. Oh, you're so much better, Miss Laurey Williams! Well we'll see how much better you are, and then you won't be so free and easy and hifalutin' with your airs! You such a FINE lady!