Ben: Well, I'll be damned.
Will Varner: More than probable, you will be. But first, you're going to church and get married, yeah, to my daughter.

Ben: Well, that's all right. I'm a quiet-living man, myself.
Eula Varner: Oh, I only know one reason for living quiet; that's if you're too old to live any other way.
Ben: In other words, you two girls take your fun where you can find it.
Clara: Don't jump to conclusions, young man. We're giving you a ride and that's all.
Eula Varner: Where you headed?
Ben: I go as far as you go, M'am.
Eula Varner: Oh, you sound as free as a bird. Doesn't he sound as free as a bird, Clara?
Ben: Well, Clara's wondering what kind of bird. Aren't you Clara?

Ben: Yes or no, mister. Ain't no in between.

Ben: You look like two butterflies lit out on the grass.

Clara: Barn burner!

Clara: I've spent my whole life around men who push and shove and shout and think they can make anything happen just by being aggressive. And I'm not anxious to have another one around the place.

Clara: Well don't throw in the towel yet, Agnes, dear. Those tranquilizers may see us through yet.

Clara: You are barking up the wrong girl, Mr. Quick.

Clara: You're too much like my father to suit me, and I'm an authority on him.
Ben: He's a wonderful old man.
Clara: One wolf recognizes another.
Ben: Tame us. Make pets out of us. You could.

Agnes Stewart: Why aren't there enough men to go around?
Clara: There's no shortage. Just of the right kind.
Agnes Stewart: Ooh, I'm not fussy on that subject.
Clara: Neither am I.