Film Quotes by Burl Ives

Mariah Popham: Mr. Popham! What are you doin' with them women? It's the Sabbath!
Osh Popham: [looking at pictures of scantily-clad women] I'm looking for a work of art to take over to the Careys. Lotta wall space there. Hand me that apron.
Mariah Popham: You can't take any of that junk!
Osh Popham: [dusting off one picture] She had a kind face. Pity she kept liquor on her.
Mariah Popham: [dusting off another picture] There's only one that's fit to hang. She wasn't much to look at, but she was a good woman. Spent her life on the opposin' side. If she hadn't went down with the wreck off Nantucket Light, the demon rum would've been chased off the New England coast. A real martyr. Insisted on goin' down the ship. Everyone else was saved, crew and captain.
Osh Popham: That's a mighty inspirin' story. Mariah, relax and enjoy yourself at the Careys today. This is not time the time to be upsettin' 'em with cold hard facts.
Mariah Popham: I'm warnin' you, Mr. Popham, one day the town constable will come in here and catch you at your sins, and you'll spend the rest of your life in the state prison!
Osh Popham: Mariah, aren't you forgettin' the town constable happens to be named Ossium Popham?

Buck Hannassey: You want me, Pa?
Rufus Hannassey: Before you was born I did.

Cottonmouth: [calling to the circling buzzards] Come and get me! Swamp-born, swamp-fattened!

Dr. Hasselbacher: A man can smile and be a villain.

Dr. Hasselbacher: They strike at you through what you love.

Fakrash: Let the rat that is between the paws of the leopard refrain from words of provocation.

Fakrash: My patience is exhausted! Small minds deserve small bodies to *match*.

Osh Popham: [Picks up a caterpillar] That's a mighty handsome critter.
Peter Carey: He has a very ugly face.
Osh Popham: Maybe he's thinking the same thing about you.

Osh Popham: Mariah, for once in your life, pray for a silver linin'.

Osh Popham: Mariah, why don't you get back to them strawberry preserves?
Mariah Popham: Mr. Popham, just answer yes or no, have you written Mr. Hamilton advisin' him that you took it upon yourself to rent his yellow house?
Osh Popham: I told you, I have written him.
Mariah Popham: Has he written you?
Osh Popham: No, but he's a busy man. No news is good news. Besides, he's off in them foreign parts. Heathens mighta had him.
Mariah Popham: And you're lettin' them Careys tear his house apart! Redoin', plantin', young'uns runnin' all over the place! Sellin' 'em wallpaper for less than it costs you!
Osh Popham: That lot never did move.
Mariah Popham: That family's bewitched you, and I know why. You wore out the people in this town with your stories, and now you got new ears to listen to you! But you'll be bewitchin' when Mr. Hamilton lands in Beulah and wants his house back. I'm warnin' you, Mr. Popham, if you don't get a letter from Mr. Hamilton soon, I'm takin' matters into my own hands!
Osh Popham: Mariah, your pot's boilin' over.