Film Quotes by Patrice Wymore

Adele Ekstrom: Happy burial, dead dog.

Daisy Fisher: It's lucky for you that I only learned how to write, not read.

Daisy Fisher: What is this, a hotel or a nursery?
Alicia Chadwick: A baby was just born here, thanks to Jim.
Daisy Fisher: Congratulations...
Jim Fallon: What do you mean "thanks to Jim"?
Daisy Fisher: I'd better get out of here. It might be catching.

Daisy Fisher: You stye on the eye of a flea on a thigh of a nit on the neck of a gnat!

Lora Roberts: Your mother and father were killed by the Indians. The Third Cavalry found you and raised you. Raised you on blood and black powder.
Major Ransome Callicut: And saber floggings! That's how I learned religion.
Lora Roberts: Religion?
Major Ransome Callicut: Duty! - The religion of the Army. Forget it for a minute and a tough sergeant beats it back into you with the flat of a saber. Duty's a god, Miss Roberts, a jealous god! It makes demands. It tears you to pieces, but you kneel down and...
Lora Roberts: Yes. Yes, I think I understand duty - the same thing that makes me teach school in a place that...
[They stare at each other for a long time and embrace]