Ninny Threadgoode: I wouldn't be afraid of death if I was you. I'd be more afraid of driving in rush hour traffic.
Little Idgie Threadgoode: What if God made a mistake?
Buddy Threadgoode: Well the way I see it is He doesn't make mistakes. I mean, He made sure we got together, didn't He?
Ninny Threadgoode: I'm worried about my little friend Evelyn. She said her husband, Ed, would just be sitting around watching his sports on TV... and she has an urge to hit him in the head with a baseball bat.
Janeen: Oh hell, that seems normal to me.
Buddy Threadgoode Jr.: Mommy, I can hit! You should see me. Aunt Idgie. She hit me in the back with a curveball. I didn't duck, and I hardly cried.
Ruth: She hit you? Well, she did that to me once too but I think I did cry.
Buddy Threadgoode Jr.: Mama, I'm sorry if you're sad.
Ruth: Well... give me a big kiss then, and I'll never be sad again. And you best not be sad neither.
Idgie Threadgoode: See, now is a time for courage. I guess you already know that there are angels masquerading as people walking around this planet and your mom was the bravest one of those.
Idgie Threadgoode: I can't believe he swore on the Bible.
Ruth: Well, if that judge had looked any closer, he'd have seen that it was a copy of Moby Dick.
Judge: Percy, it don't look like you got a case at all. In the first place, there's no body. Second, we got us a preacher nobody's gonna dispute.
Prosecutor Percy: But Your Honor.
Judge: I'm tellin' you, What you got is a whole lotta nothing. I say Frank Bennett got himself drunk, drove into the river and was long ago eaten up and I don't give a good goddamn! What we got us here is a case of accidental death. Case dismissed.