Swamp Water

Ben:
You tryin' to get me killed?

Tom Keefer:
I'm tryin' to find out if there's anyone in the world who kin speak the honest truth.

Tom Keefer:
I hope I didn't hurt you none; I tried to throw you easy like.

Tom Keefer:
Say Ben, tell me - how does she look, is she pretty?

Ben:
Well, Tom, I wouldn't exactly say she took after you.

Tom Keefer:
If you can learn to live with cotton-mouths and 'gators and panthers, on places where there ain't a solid bit of ground to stand on, why I reckon you're welcome to your life.

Thursday Ragan:
You've been like a second mother to him Hannah - surely you know how I feel.

Hannah:
Sure I know - women don't need no telling. The trouble with you men folk is, you're ashamed to let on to each other how you feel.

Ben:
This here's Miss Julia... Miss Gordon.

Hannah:
Sure, I seen you at Mrs. McCord's. You look a sight pretty child, I've been a' watching you with Ben.

Julie:
Thank you.

Thursday Ragan:
Ain't you Tom Keefer's young 'un?

Julie:
Yes sir.

Ben:
I brung her to this dance and I ain't going to have nobody runnin' her down.

Thursday Ragan:
I don't aim to have words with none of my kin in public. I mean no offense against this young 'un, but you're the one that seemed ashamed to say her name, not me.

Ben:
It's gettin' where I'll expect nothing from you but a bossified tongue and a cussin' out.

Mabel MacKenzie:
You ain't felt my tongue yet Ben.

Ben:
It's funny I never noticed - but you're a heap prettier than Mabel is - if you was a little bigger.

Julie:
I could grow more maybe!

Thursday Ragan:
If you'd a minded me, and kept outen that swamp like I told you Ben, you wouldn't be in no fix like you're in... What's the matter boy?

Ben:
If you'll be giving me my clothes, I'll be takin' myself offen your hands.

Thursday Ragan:
No, you won't - you'll be quiet now. You're sick Ben.

Ben:
I ain't so sick I have to lay here and listen to you give me down the country. I knowed that was all you drug me out of that crick for.

Thursday Ragan:
I drug you out because you was my boy.

Tom Keefer:
You're a good man bud, but you've got to give it up now - you're in here for life.

Sheriff Jeb McKane:
[admiring a panther hide] Where'd you catch him, Ben?

Ben:
Back in the swamp.

Marty McCord:
How'd you get him?

Ben:
We got him with a load of buckshot.

Tim Dorson:
Oh, so you was with somebody.

Ben:
I mean me and my dog.

Tim Dorson:
I knowed you had a smart dog, Ben, but I never heard he could handle a shotgun.

Ben:
I never in my life asked for no kiss, always just took 'em. I'll be dogged if I ain't asking you now, Julie.

Bud Dorson:
You take Keefer. I want that squealin' shoat of a Ragan.

Ben:
We'll get out Keefer - if I have to bash you in the head when you ain't looking.

Tom Keefer:
Bud, there ain't no man livin' can catch me when I ain't lookin'.

Tom Keefer:
It's like being dead all these years, and now you're - you're a tellin' me to come back to life again.