Blacksmith:
Say, don't I know you from some place?

Brant Royle:
I've never been there.

Lawyer Calhoun:
We all felt pretty bad about your...trouble.

Brant Royle:
Yeah, I'll bet you cried hour after hour.

Major Singleton:
I'm afraid I don't believe in cigarettes, much less a machine for makin' them. It turns my stomach, sir, every time I have occasion to witness someone pokin' one of those vile concoctions into their face. I deal in cigars, sir. Nothing less.

John Barton:
I've learned a great deal from you, Brant. If I weren't an honest man, I might be able to use it.