Tom Keefer: You're a good man bud, but you've got to give it up now - you're in here for life.

Sheriff Jeb McKane: [admiring a panther hide] Where'd you catch him, Ben?
Ben: Back in the swamp.
Marty McCord: How'd you get him?
Ben: We got him with a load of buckshot.
Tim Dorson: Oh, so you was with somebody.
Ben: I mean me and my dog.
Tim Dorson: I knowed you had a smart dog, Ben, but I never heard he could handle a shotgun.

Thursday Ragan: If you'd a minded me, and kept outen that swamp like I told you Ben, you wouldn't be in no fix like you're in... What's the matter boy?
Ben: If you'll be giving me my clothes, I'll be takin' myself offen your hands.
Thursday Ragan: No, you won't - you'll be quiet now. You're sick Ben.
Ben: I ain't so sick I have to lay here and listen to you give me down the country. I knowed that was all you drug me out of that crick for.
Thursday Ragan: I drug you out because you was my boy.