- Mr. Baylor: If'n the law needs upholdin' in these parts, Mr. Frank Long, I uphold it, *I* take care of it.
- Frank Long: You all confiscatin' whisky, Mr. Baylor?
- Mr. Baylor: Well, I reckon you might say so - a swig at a time. Royce, give this ol' Long boy a sample of our white lightenin', will ya?
- [Frank takes a swig]
- Mr. Baylor: Right good stuff, huh, Mr. Long? Ah, it'd be a cryin' shame to throw that out in the ground just because some titless old women figure a feller oughtin' to drink that, wouldn't it? I'm askin' you now, wouldn't it?
- Mr. Baylor: A man's got a right to eat his corn and he's got a right to drink it or wash his rear end with it, if he wants to.
- Mr. Baylor: I don't aim to set around here all night, passin' wind with these here pumpkin rollers; so, I'm fixin' to take a couple-a galloons of good ole 'shine and pay you, um, five dollars confiscation price. Now, how do you feel about that?
- Dual Metters: You know what I think we gonna do? We gonna have you take off everything right down to your skin.
- Young Man: You don't want my underwear.
- Young Wife: Please, Mister.
- Dual Metters: What's the matter? Don't you like to see him with no clothes on? Mister, you better get outta them drawers.
- [Young Man takes off his underwear]
- Dual Metters: That's a good boy.
- John W. (Son) Martin: Frank, why don't you and your pussyfoot scientific whisky expert get the hell off of my property.
- Dual Metters: I never met a prohibition man yet I trust.
- Dr. Emmett Taulbee: That's good, Dual. That's very good. You remember to say that three times at night before you go to bed, you hear me?
- Dr. Emmett Taulbee: Say, Frank, she's all right, ain't she?
- Frank Long: Mrs. Simpson.
- Dr. Emmett Taulbee: Mrs. Simpson, huh. Yes, sir, she is all righty.
- Frank Long: What would you do with two women?
- Dr. Emmett Taulbee: Same thing I'd do with one.
- Frank Long: [looks towards Miley] Ain't she enough fer ya?
- Dr. Emmett Taulbee: Well, if what you mean by enough: all I want. Sure. Little ol' Miley can dish up the poontang. But, she is one woman - and that one there is another... And, Mister, they are all different. Each one has her own little pleasures and - secret tender places.
- Dr. Emmett Taulbee: He's starting to make rules.
- Dual Metters: Well, what do we need rules for?
- Dr. Emmett Taulbee: We do think alike, don't we.
- Lizann Simpson: Three different women accused him! He gave them gas to put them out and then assaulted them right there in the dentist chair.
- John W. (Son) Martin: God almighty, a girl could come in with a toothache and walk out knocked up!
- Frank Long: I guess you got some - secret treasurers buried down there. I could jump on your bones right now.
- Frank Long: I just thought of somebody who'd know where the whisky's at.
- Dr. Emmett Taulbee: Yeah, who's that?
- Frank Long: Son's hired help, Aaron. He used to work for the old man - the one that run the whisky.
- Dr. Emmett Taulbee: Oh, yeah, the boy with the shotgun.
- Frank Long: The nigger.
- Dr. Emmett Taulbee: Yeah, that shouldn't be too hard to get it outta him.
- Frank Long: I never met one yet that didn't want to talk.
- Dr. Emmett Taulbee: Yeah, that's the truth, ain't it.
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