"The Leap Between the States"

~Sam: Look at me! Look at this uniform!
Al: Uh, you look good in dark blue, Sam. "The Leap Between the States"

~Al: That's a helluva woman.
Sam: Well hell is one word I would use. "The Leap Between the States"

(Olivia points a rifle at Sam)
Olivia: Where's the other one?
Sam: The other what?
Olivia: Whoever you were talking to.
Al: Oh, I'm right here, Scarlet. Ooh, she's lovely! I always had a thing for girls from the Deep South.
Olivia: I wouldn't trust a word out of your stinkin' Yankee mouth if you told me that peaches was sweet in the summer.

(Olivia is dressing Sam's wound. Sam frowns and leans forward to examine the plate on the table, filled with a yellowish goo)
Sam: What is *that*?
Olivia (irritably): haven't you ever seen a mustard poultice before?
Sam (dazed by the stuff's smell): Aww… wow, yeah, yeah. Forget what I said, bring on the gangrene.

(Sam is telling Isaac and the runaways about the future)
Sam: Things are gonna be bad for a while, but everything's gonna change. Blacks… Negroes… are gonna get to *vote*. They're gonna get jobs, *good* jobs…
Isaac (incredulous): That's crazy talk.
Sam: It's truth. I swear it, Isaac. It's gonna be a long, hard fight for schooling and other equality, but believe me: there will come a time when everyone will have the same rights. Everyone will be free.
Isaac (gravely): It ain't nothing but a dream.
Sam: Believe in it, Isaac.
(Sam turns to leave, walks to the door, then turns back to the runaway family)
Sam: Good luck to you folks.
(He walks out of the barn. Isaac remains standing, deep in thought)

(Sam has cooked dinner and is presenting it to Olivia)
Sam: We've got rice, we have gravy, we have fried chicken, carrots, okra… although, I think I'll let you and Isaac have all the okra.

(After the blacks have been caught, Sam and Olivia are forced to entertain Montgomery until dawn. Sam had Olivia bring out her special bottle of vintage)
Montgomery: If you'd allow me, Captain, I'd like to make the first toast.
Sam: By all means, Lieutenant. (Hands him the glass) There you are. Cousin. (He hands another one to Olivia)
Montgomery: To victory!
Al (standing in the corner): Up your nose with a rubber hose.