Boots Linden: Stop that cheap physical groping this instant!
Linda Christopher: [re Ben's brother Aaron] He frightens me. Did you ever fight him?
Ben Arnold: Nah.
Ben Arnold: Yeah, I did once.
Ben Arnold: Long time ago, over a girl. He was seventeen or eighteen.
Linda Christopher: Who won?
Ben Arnold: She did.
Linda Christopher: [laughs] Okay, I see. She picked you.
[looks at him intently]
Linda Christopher: Was it Iris?
Ben Arnold: [nods] We all ended up friends. It's like she's the only girl around here he ever liked.
Linda Christopher: Maybe that's why he hates being around here.
Ben Arnold: He don't hate nothing. Aaron's just got to have a big fuss made over him, or he thinks people don't like him.
Linda Christopher: A hero.
[said with some derision]
Molly Arnold: [Ben's little daughter comes running up] Daddy! Daddy! It's finished!
[candy-striped Uncle Sam suit]
Molly Arnold: Just in time for the parade! How do you like it?
Ben Arnold: You'll steal the parade, darling.
Molly Arnold: The Tigers are on!
Ben Arnold: [to Linda] Wanna watch?
Linda Christopher: I hate baseball.
[but Ben's on his way in]
Linda Christopher: I hate baseball!
Ben Arnold: You hate parades too?
Linda Christopher: [they're about to go in] When is it?
Ben Arnold: Fourth of July.
Linda Christopher: [to Ben] I know he's your brother, but he's not even playing cop anymore. He walks into a place with one thing in mind: Destroy.
Paul Sinton: It sounds like the war. You know, when some guys go crazy, and start shooting at everything that weren't wearing an American flag.
Linda Christopher: Are we going to sit back and watch?
Mayor Bradford: [arriving] Ben! Oh, Ben! Say, Ben, you got a minute?
Ben Arnold: [busy servicing tractor] No.
Mayor Bradford: Half a minute? By the way, Ben, did you get Aaron to commit to the Grand Marshal offer?
Ben Arnold: He said he'd think about it.
Linda Christopher: Maybe he got a better offer.
Aaron Arnold: You done wonders with the place, Ben.
Ben Arnold: Yeah. There's a hundred-and-forty acres here. Sharkey stocked seventy-five Arabians here at one time.
Linda Christopher: Arabians?
Ben Arnold: Horses.
Linda Christopher: [feels silly] Oh.
Ben Arnold: Before he was killed in the war.
Linda Christopher: What war?
Aaron Arnold: My war.