Let the dead bury the dead.

I didn't know how you were going to do it, but from now on I'll never worry about what'll become of you, son, you'll always have an idea.

Hey, Mr. Cunningham. How's your entailment gettin' along?

I remember when my daddy gave me that gun. He told me that I should never point it at anything in the house; and that he'd rather I'd shoot at tin cans in the backyard. But he said that sooner or later he supposed the temptation to go after birds would be too much, and that I could shoot all the blue jays I wanted - if I could hit 'em; but to remember it was a sin to kill a mockingbird.

We're paying the highest tribute you can pay a man. We trust him to do right. It's that simple.

But sometimes we have to make the best of things, and the way we conduct ourselves when the chips are down.

Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win.