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.
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.
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?
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.
Ali Hakim: I wanted to marry her when I saw the moonlight shining on the barrel of her father's shotgun.
