Drugstore Clerk: What'll it all be be, ladies?

Imogene Mayfield: Dope and cherry, Fred.

Drugstore Clerk: [to Mary] How about you, half-pint?

Mary Clay: Make mine a chocolate malt and drop an egg in it as fresh as you are.

Drugstore Clerk: The hens don't lay 'em that good.

Confederate Soldier: It's time to get up! The parade will be starting soon. They'll be waiting for us.

Confederate Soldier: Th-That's right, the parade. I was dreaming, dreaming about the time when we were in Chattanoogey. Remember?

Confederate Soldier: Funny thing. I was just dreaming about it myself.

Confederate Soldier: No time to dream now. Today we march.

Confederate Soldier: March. Ain't many of us left to march. Only six...

Confederate Soldier: Two more than them durn Yankees!

Confederate Soldier: Maybe next year, there'll be five... or four... or three... or maybe none.

Confederate Soldier: Maybe.

Confederate Soldier: Then they will forget.

Confederate Soldier: They won't forget. They won't never forget. If they do, we'll get up out of our graves and remind them. On your feet, now. Come on, and look sharp. The whole town's watching us today. This is the one day out of the year that belongs to us.

Carlisle P. Buxton: Dismiss the class! I said, dismiss the class!

Robert Hale: Why, sir, may I ask?

Carlisle P. Buxton: You may not know it, Mr. Hale, but this is Memorial Day.

Robert Hale: Memorial Day?

Carlisle P. Buxton: Yes, Sir, for the Confederate Dead.

Robert Hale: In my part of the country, we call it Decoration Day, and it comes a month later.

Carlisle P. Buxton: In your part of the country, you can call it whatever you and all the other Yankees please, but down here, it's Memorial Day, and at the Buxton Business College, Sir, it's a half holiday. It is quite evident that Mr. Hale is badly in need of some instruction himself. Class dismissed.

Governor Mountford: And may we pray once more that the prejudices and hatreds lie buried under this hallowed ground never again to be resurrected in the cause of death and destruction. Amen.

Confederate Soldier: [to his fellow Confederate veterans] On your feet now. Go on and look sharp. The whole town's watching. This is the one day out of the year that belongs to us.

Mrs. Mountford: [In Memorial Day Parade open limo] The only thing that we shall see is the day when Governor Mountford becomes senator.

Governor Mountford: You musn't say that too loud. Andy Griffin is in the car behind.

Mrs. Mountford: Andy Griffin doesn't count.

Governor Mountford: In politics, my dear, everybody counts.

Andy Griffin: Any fool can ride to glory on a helpless Negro janitor. I'm out for bigger game.