Frank: All right. This house is secure. I want lunch.
Harry: May I escort you across the street, Miss Marie?
Marie: Thank you, Jeb. What a gentleman.
Frank: Hey, if you're gonna act like you're stealing her away, don't tease me. Steal her away!

Ray: You're this big Civil War freak now, just because Dad asked you to go first?
Robert: He didn't ask me.
Ray: What?
Robert: He didn't ask me. Since when does Dad ask us to do anything with him? I had to enlist.
Ray: God, I don't believe this. I only did this because.
Robert: Because you thought he asked me and not you. And now you have to go. [laughs] Hey, better bring a newspaper.
Ray: They had newspapers then.
Robert: They didn't have toilet paper.

Ray: All right. Forget about it, then. I won't go. I just thought maybe we could do something together for once, you know, like you did with your father.
Frank: What are you talking about?
Ray: What do you mean? What do you mean, what I am talking about? Didn't you just tell me he gave you the knife? He took you hunting and fishing and canoeing. Didn't you just tell me that, Dad? Or what is that all pretend, too? [Frank is silent as he polishes his rifle] It is, isn't it?
Frank: Are you going to help me off with the damn boots, or what?