Sally: Uncle Remus, I'm trying my best to bring up Johnny to be obedient and truthful. But you and your stories are making that very difficult. I think maybe it would be better if he didn't hear any more for a while.
Uncle Remus: Well, Miss Sally, the stories ain't done no...
Sally: They only confuse him. Now, I know you mean well, Uncle Remus, but Johnny's too young.
Uncle Remus: Miss Sally...
Sally: I'll have to ask you not to tell him any more.
Uncle Remus: Yes, 'm...

Uncle Remus: [about Johnny] Miss Doshy, what us gonna do 'bout that child?
Grandmother: I wish I knew. A grandmother doesn't account for much these days.
Uncle Remus: Yes, 'm, it's a pity, too.

Uncle Remus: [singing] Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay / My, oh, my what a wonderful day / Plenty of sunshine heading my way / Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay / Mr. Bluebird's on my shoulder / It's the truth, it's actual / Everything is satisfactual / Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay / Wonderful feeling, wonderful day.

Uncle Remus: [telling about Brer Rabbit being in a tight spot] Brer Rabbit, bein' little and without much strength, he's supposed to use his head 'stead of his foots.

Uncle Remus: Appears to me like you's figurin' on goin' someplace.
Johnny: I am, and nobody's gonna stop me.
Uncle Remus: Well, now, if that don't bang my time. You know, I was just figurin' on somethin' like that myself. How'd you like ol' Uncle Remus to go along with you?
[They start to go off together]
Uncle Remus: Now, let's see now. Where is we figurin' on goin'? How can we be goin' someplace if we don't know where we's goin'?
Johnny: I'm going to Atlanta.
Uncle Remus: Hmm, powerful long walk to Atlanta. Is you brung some grub?
Johnny: No.
Uncle Remus: Well, now... if we ain't got no grub, we sure can't get very far.

Uncle Remus: It happum on one ah dem Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah Days. Now dat's the kinda day where you can't opem yo mouf widout a song jumpin right out of it!

Uncle Remus: Miss Sally, Johnny didn't mean no harm. He was just tryin' to be like Brer Rabbit.

Uncle Remus: Now, this here tale didn't happen just yesterday, nor the day before. 'Twas a long time ago. And in them days, everything was mighty satisfactual. The critters, they was closer to the folks, and the folks, they was closer to the critters, and if you'll excuse me for saying so, 'twas better all around.

Uncle Remus: Once upon a time - not your time, nor yet my time, but one time - I was goin' fishin', and I was just thinking how the flowers and critters was curious things. They can look into your heart and tell when it sings, if it's whistling a tune, or singing a song, and they all say "Howdy" when you come along.

Uncle Remus: Yes sir, that's the way with Br'er Rabbit, sure as I'm named Remus. About the time he get it stuck in his mind that there ain't nobody can outdo him, up somebody'd jump an' do him scan'lous. "What you laughin' 'bout?" says Br'er Fox, says he. An' Br'er Rabbit, he couldn't say nothin'. "Well, then," says Br'er Fox, says he, "I'll settle your hash right now!" And with that, he grab Br'er Rabbit by the tail and made for to dash 'im agin' the ground. But just then, Br'er Rabbit's tail snap off real short, an' he tuck through the cotton patch like the dogs was after 'im. An' from that day to this, the only tail that Br'er Rabbit's got to his name was a little ol' ball o' cotton.