Eva Phillips: [about Carol] She doesn't have many friends you know, I suppose it's just her personality. She doesn't even like me.

Eva Phillips: Don't you look sweet, even in those tacky old riding clothes?

Eva Phillips: I'm an outsider. They hate outsiders. Oh, they're polite enough - that's how they are. You don't know the things they've made me do trying to protect myself. And how ashamed I've been sometimes because of them. You don't know how they are. But you'll find out, as I have how they whisper, small talk, laugh! As if you have to be from the South to be any good! Oh, they're so smug, and namby-pamby! I wish I could get rid of them as easy as this trash!

Eva Phillips: We will have a talk, won't we, Judd. Like old times.
Judson Prentiss: There's nothing to discuss.
Eva Phillips: I think we should talk. I don't like to insist. But I insist.

Carol Lee Phillips: She'll sting you one day. Oh, ever so gently, so you hardly even feel it. Til you fall dead.

Judson Prentiss: You're like some fancy kind of disease. I had it once - now I'm immune.