Adarene Clinch: Why, Luz, everybody in
Adarene Clinch: county knows you'd rather herd cattle than make love.
Luz Benedict: Well, there's one thing you got to say for cattle... boy, you put your brand on one of them, you're gonna know where it's at!
Jordan 'Bick' Benedict: You want to know something, Leslie? If I live to be ninety, I will never figure you out.
Jett Rink: I don't know what it might just be a good idea... to gamble 'long with ol' Madama.
Bick Benedict: How do you mean?
Jett Rink: Jus' gamble 'long. Just... keep what she give me.
Jett Rink: I'm sentimental too, Bick.
Jordan Benedict III: [to Jett Rink] You insulted my wife, and you're gonna answer for it!
Bick Benedict: You all think that the glory happened here in the East, don't you, with Valley Forge and Bunker Hill? Do you know about San Jacinto? Have you heard about the Alamo?
Jett Rink: You sure do look pretty, Miss Leslie. Pert nigh good enough to eat!
Uncle Bawley: Bick, you shoulda shot that fella a long time ago. Now he's too rich to kill.
Bick Benedict: Just remember, one of these days, that bourbon's gonna kill you.
Uncle Bawley: Okay, it'll be me or it. One of us has gotta go.
Jett Rink: Everybody thought I had a duster. Y'all thought ol' Spindletop Burke and Burnett was all the oil there was, didn't ya? Well, I'm here to tell you that it ain't, boy! It's here, and there ain't a dang thing you gonna do about it! My well came in big, so big, Bick and there's more down there and there's bigger wells. I'm rich, Bick. I'm a rich 'un. I'm a rich boy. Me, I'm gonna have more money than you ever *thought* you could have - you and all the rest of you stinkin' sons of... Benedicts!
Bick Benedict: Leslie... don't behave like that... making a fuss o'er those people. You're a Texan now.
Leslie Benedict: Is that a state of mind? I'm still myself...
Bick Benedict: You're my wife now honey, you're a Benedict.
Leslie Benedict: I still have a mind of my own. Elsewhere being gracious is acceptable.
Bick Benedict: Uh, well, but... we're gracious.
Luz Benedict: [Mounted on War Winds] Suppose you came out here to show me how to run things to. Well let's go!
[She grits her teeth and slaps her sharp spurs into War Winds flanks as hard as she can to enrage the stallion]
Leslie Benedict: I said I was sorry about the name calling it was very impolite I know. But in principle I was absolutely right
Bick Benedict: You come down here and tell us how to run things, insulting my friends and everything.Now, you look here Leslie, your my wife,Ms. I'm asking you right now when you are gonna settle down and behave like everybody else
Leslie Benedict: Never
Bick Benedict: Who in hornselearn do you think you are any how Joan of Arc or something