- Zeb Bascomb: [after finding Emmy alone outside of camp] Why, Emmy.
- Emmy: Go away, Zeke. Don't you dare touch me.
- Zeb Bascomb: How do you know it's Zeke, honey? Why, you ain't even looked.
- Emmy: I don't want to look. I don't want to ever see you. I just want to die.
- Zeb Bascomb: That ain't no nice way to talk after all the trouble I had finding you. What made you skip out?
- [He leans down to touch her]
- Emmy: [Emmy turns with a shotgun] I'll shoot!
- Zeb Bascomb: Well, I guess, ain't no use in asking for mercy once a woman's got her mind made up. I did think you had more feeling for me though.
- Emmy: You said I was stealing and it ain't true.
- Zeb Bascomb: Well, I know. I was wrong, I'm sorry.
- Emmy: You were going to give me a belt in the snoot.
- Zeb Bascomb: Well, I thought you knew that I was just testin' ya.
- Emmy: What's testin'?
- Zeb Bascomb: Seein' if you love me.
- Emmy: Were you testin' when you pushed me and said you wanted me to catch the measles?
- Zeb Bascomb: That is my number one test. Measles couldn't even light on you, you're too wiggly.
- Emmy: You care for anybody special, Zeke?
- Zeb Bascomb: What difference does it make? I ain't got long to live anyway.
- Emmy: Maybe I won't shoot ya.
- Zeb Bascomb: Well, what you got to do, you got to do.
- Emmy: I don't know how to work this very good anyway.
- [Hands him the shotgun]
- Zeb Bascomb: You sure could have fooled me, alright.
- Emmy: Would you have took the ring if grandma had give it to ya?
- Zeb Bascomb: Why should I?
- Emmy: She likes you. Why do you play cruel all the time?
- Zeb Bascomb: Oh, why do you poison gophers?
- Emmy: Will you marry her?
- Zeb Bascomb: Now I know you're sick.
- Emmy: Just sort of look after her. I may not always be around.
- Zeb Bascomb: Yes, yes, you... You are gettin' mighty old. Mighty old. I kind of thought though that you was waiting for me.
- Emmy: You wouldn't want a wart.
- Zeb Bascomb: Didn't you know that I meant just the opposite?
- Emmy: What's the opposite to a wart?
- Zeb Bascomb: The op... It's a dimple, a pretty little dimple.
- Emmy: A dimple?
- Zeb Bascomb: Mm-hmm.
- Emmy: You mean I'm a dimple?
- Zeb Bascomb: That's right.
- Emmy: I like that.
- Zeb Bascomb: Sure.
- Emmy: you don't care for all women, do you, Zeke?
- Zeb Bascomb: No, only one. I don't know why I should because she's just as homely as an old mud fence.
- Emmy: Am I?
- Zeb Bascomb: I was only foolin'.
- Emmy: No, it's no joke to be homely.
- Zeb Bascomb: You're beautiful. You got the cutest little pug nose.
- Emmy: Grandma says that's where the sun kissed me. Didn't the sun ever kiss you?
- Zeb Bascomb: What, this homely mug of mine? No.
- Emmy: Oh, you're not homely, Zeke. You're P-R-I-T-Y.
- Zeb Bascomb: You. You still got river water in your eyes.
- Emmy: Honest you are, Zeke. Why don't you kiss me?
- Zeb Bascomb: Oh, no, I'd... No. Well, I was just thinkin' about that.
- [Kisses her on the forehead]
- Emmy: Oh, that's no kiss. Like this.
- [Kisses him on the cheek and hugs him]
- Emmy: I can hear your heartbeat. Clunk-a-dee, clunk-a-dee, clunk-a-dee.
- Zeb Bascomb: I guess it's pulling a pretty good load.