I love you, Mabel.

I love you, Jim Johnson.

He had a bad day yesterday with the nags, and he got stoned last night.

If that's the last I remember, Your Honor, those monsters crashing into us in an alcoholic stupor!

And then we drove on home, and that's the last we seen of the Johnsons, till somebody come to the house and told us to come down here to the courtroom.

That's what I say.

I reckon I might as well draw out enough money to last us a month or two.

I do what my heart tells me.

I just want to say that me and my family here is right good at tracking and trailing and hunting.

I told you not to drive with that hangover!

Granny, I understand that you make very good moonshine whiskey.

Mr. Platter, let me warn you that any attempt at humor will be dealt with severely.

I never could sleep a wink with all that money in the house.

And during the recess, when I seen Mr. Johnson with his daughter and seen how much he loved her, just like I do Ellie Mae, well, it kind of tore at my heart.

The way I got it figured, that accident they had knocked their memories loose.

Well, Your Honor, I got a daughter here, Ellie Mae, and I reckon she means more to me than just about anything in the world.

Your Honor, sir, Mr. Judge, could I say something that might save us all a lot of time?

I have persuaded them to come to court so that your honor can see the carnage wreaked by this criminally careless family of hoodlums.

There he was in his wheelchair in that little room across the hall and in walked this beautiful girl with the long red hair and I knowed right away she was his daughter because she walked up to him she says, how's it going daddy?