E. K. Hornbeck: Evolution is a tricky question, which is hungrier, my stomach or my soul? Hot dog.
Bible salesman: Are you an evolutionist? An infidel? A sinner?
E. K. Hornbeck: The worst kind, I write for a newspaper.
[to Henry]
E. K. Hornbeck: Want a hot dog?
Henry Drummond: No.
Bible salesman: Oh then you sir, you must be a man of God.
Henry Drummond: No no no, ulcers.

E. K. Hornbeck: He that sups with the devil must have a long spoon.

E. K. Hornbeck: I do hateful things for which people love me, and I do loveable things for which they hate me. I'm admired for my detestability. Now don't worry, little Eva. I may be rancid butter, but I'm on your side of the bread

E. K. Hornbeck: Looks like you're going out in a blaze of glory counselor. You were pretty impressive for a while there today, Henry. "Your Honor, after a while you'll be setting man against man, creed against creed" etc, etc, ad nauseam unquote. AHH, Henry! why don't you wake up? Darwin was Wrong! Man's still an ape. His creed still a totem pole. When he first achieved the upright position he took a look at the stars... thought they were something to eat. When he couldn't reach them, he thought they were groceries belonging to a bigger creature... that's how Jehovah was born.

E. K. Hornbeck: Mr. Brady, it is the duty of a newspaper to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.

E. K. Hornbeck: There's only one man in the whole town who thinks, and he's in jail.
Henry Drummond: That's why I'm here

E. K. Hornbeck: We're growing a strange crop of agnostics this year.

E. K. Hornbeck: Which is hungrier my stomach or my soul? Hotdog!

E. K. Hornbeck: You look like you need a drink.
Henry Drummond: What I need is a miracle.
E. K. Hornbeck: Miracle, eh? Here's a whole bag of them,
[tosses a Bible at Henry Drummond]
E. K. Hornbeck: Courtesy of Matthew Harrison Brady.

Henry Drummond: An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral!