Jim Vance: Didn't even pay for your drink. What kind of damn man are you?
Harmon McCoy: The kind who you want to come after, you'll find ready Jim Vance! Unlike your kinfolk here, I'm not afeared of no man, on account of he uses his dog for a whore!
Ellison 'Cotton Top' Mounts: [as Judge Hatfield enters the courtroom] Hi, Uncle Wall!
Perry Cline: [to the jury] It is useful to think of the law as a muscle. Like a muscle, it can be strengthened with proper use.
Levicy Hatfield: [to Roseanna] This bullheaded feud between your pa and my Anderson is a kind of slow poison.
Randall McCoy: [testifying in court] This is about Christian right, and damnation wrong!
Martha McCoy: Your Uncle Jim Vance is the only one my Harmon accused of fornicating with his hound dog.
Sally McCoy: Randall, is that you? You've aged so.
Randall McCoy: The Yankees done it. Treated us like animals in their prison.