Havin' a gun around's an invitation to somebody to shoot you.

Somewhere, I had received the impression that Fine Folks were people who did the best they could with the sense they had, but Aunt Alexandra was of the opinion, obliquely expressed, that the longer a family had been squatting on one patch of land the finer it was.

Where are your pants, son?

I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand.

This time we aren't fighting the Yankees, we're fighting our friends. But remember this, no matter how bitter things get, they're still our friends and this is still our home.

They're ugly, but those are the facts of life.

Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.