Norma Rae (1979)
Norma Rae Webster: Forget it! I'm stayin' right where I am. It's gonna take you and the police department and the fire department and the National Guard to get me outta here!
Reuben Warshowsky: I don't say goodbye. I have been known to cry.
Norma Rae Webster: Well, whadda you say?
Reuben Warshowsky: [sighing] Be happy. Be well.
Norma Rae Webster: Same to you.
Reuben Warshowsky: [stuttering] Best wishes don't seem hardly enough, but I'd like to thank you. I do. I, I thank you for your companionship, your stamina, your horse sense, and a hundred and one laughs. I also enjoyed very much looking at your shining hair and your shining face.
Norma Rae Webster: Reuben, I think you like me.
Reuben Warshowsky: I do.
Norma Rae Webster: I was gonna buy you a tie clip or some shaving lotion or something, but I didn't know what you'd like.
Reuben Warshowsky: Norma, what I've had from you has been sumptuous.
[they shake hands, and stare long and hard at each other before Reuben gets in his packed up car and drives away]
Reuben Warshowsky: I know the first time you're in is bad. It comes with the job. I saw a pregnant women on a picket line get hit in the stomach with a club. I saw a boy of 16 shot in the back. I saw a guy blown to hell and back when he tried to start his car in the morning. You just got your feet wet on this one.
Reuben Warshowsky: On October 4, 1970, my grandfather, Isaac Abraham Warshowsky, aged eighty-seven, died in his sleep in New York City. On the following Friday morning, his funeral was held. My mother and father attended, my two uncles from Brooklyn attended, my Aunt Minnie came up from Florida. Also present were eight hundred and sixty-two members of the Amalgamated Clothing Workers and Cloth, Hat and Cap Makers' Union. Also members of his family. In death as in life, they stood at his side. They had fought battles with him, bound the wounds of battle with him, had earned bread together and had broken it together. When they spoke, they spoke in one voice, and they were heard. They were black, they were white, they were Irish, they were Polish, they were Catholic, they were Jews, they were one. That's what a union is: one... Ladies and gentlemen, the textile industry, in which you are spending your lives and your substance, and in which your children and their children will spend their lives and their substance, is the only industry in the whole length and breadth of the United States of America that is not unionized. Therefore, they are free to exploit you, to cheat you, to lie to you, and to take away what is rightfully yours - your health, a decent wage, a fit place to work. I would urge you to stop them by coming down to room 207 at the Golden Cherry Motel, to pick up a union card and to sign it... It comes from the Bible - according to the tribes of your fathers, ye shall inherit. It comes from Reuben Warshowsky - not unless you make it happen.
Norma Rae Webster: [as she walks out of Reuben's motel room] K'vetch, k'vetch, k'vetch.
Reuben Warshowsky: Gentlemen, your average working man is not stupid. He just gets tired.
Norma Rae Wilson: Why did you tell him that, we don't even have a dog?
Norma Rae Webster: Reuben, you need yourself a woman.
Reuben Warshowsky: Funny you should mention it - tonight's the night.
Norma Rae Webster: My, my, what would Dorothy say?
Reuben Warshowsky: Wear a rubber.
Norma Rae Webster: Who's this? Dylan Thomas?
Reuben Warshowsky: He was a poet. A genius and a drunk.
Norma Rae Webster: How long I been comin' to this church, Reverend?
Reverend Hubbard: Since you were a little girl.
Norma Rae Webster: That's right. I accepted Christ when I was six years old, didn't I? Well, would you call me a good Christian?
Reverend Hubbard: With a lapse or two, I'd say so.
Norma Rae Webster: 'With a lapse or two.' Would you call yourself a good Christian?
Reverend Hubbard: That's for the Lord to say.
Norma Rae Webster: I want this church for a union meetin' next Saturday. Blacks and whites sittin' together.
Reverend Hubbard: This is a house of God.
Norma Rae Webster: I'm waitin' to see whether it is or it isn't.
Reverend Hubbard: You're comin' mighty close to blasphemy.
Norma Rae Webster: I've come here and said I sinned and I'm sorry, and I asked for God to forgive me. I wanna see what this church stands for. I wanna see if you'll stand up and say there oughta be justice, a union, and if you're smitten, rise and the Lord'll be on your side. And if you don't, then I say there ain't nothin' good for me in that church, and I'm gonna leave it flat.
Reverend Hubbard: We're gonna miss your voice in the choir, Norma.
Norma Rae Webster: You're gonna hear it raised up someplace else.
Norma Rae Wilson: Well, I'm gonna let this pot soak.
Vernon Wichard: There's one soakin' from breakfast.
Norma Rae Wilson: Then it's got company.
Vernon Wichard: [addressing the man at his front door] Who are you?
Reuben Warshowsky: My name is Reuben Warshowsky.
Vernon Wichard: Warshowsky... what kind of name is that?
Reuben Warshowsky: The kind you have to spell for telephone operators and head waiters.