"Is you is, or is you ain't mah cunstichensy?"note "constituency", if you didn't get it.
"Say, any of you boys smithies? Or, if not smithies per se, were you otherwise trained in the metallurgic arts before straitened circumstances forced you into a life of aimless wanderi-AAHHH!!"
The look on his face as he's dragged backward out the door.
As Pappy's return bid for governor begins to go downhill thanks to Stokes:
Crony #1: Wellll, it's a well-run campaign. Midget, and broom, an' whatnot. Crony #2: Devil his due. Crony #1: HELL of an organization. Junior O'Daniel: Say... I got an ide'. Crony #2: What's that, Junior? Junior: We could hire us a little fella even smaller'n Stokes's! Pappy:(Incensed, slapping Junior with his hat) You slump-shouldered sack a' guts! We'd look like a buncha Johnny-come-latelies, braggin' on our own midget — no MATTER how stumpy!
"Looks like George is right back on top again!"
"The Color Guard is colored! [beat] Who made them the Color Guard?!"
It's the way he says the second half of the line, as if there were some sort of administrative error or a mix-up in the paperwork somewhere along the line.
"That ain't your daddy, your daddy got hit by a train!"
"Blewie!" "Nothin' left." "Just a grease spot on the L&N!"
"That don't make no sense!"
"It's a fool that looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart."
Pappy's subordinates' conversation about Homer Stokes:
"He's gonna paddle our little behind." "Ain't gonna paddle it - gonna kick it. Real hard." "No, I believe he's gonna paddle it." "I don't believe that's a proper description." "Well, that's how I'd characterize it." "I believe it's more of a kickin' sitchiation."