“That boy’s yo’ comp’ny and if he wants to eat up the table cloth you let him, you hear?”

“So you brought that dirty little sister of yours, did you?”

“Look, it ain’t worth it, Jem. A lickin’ hurt but it doesn’t last. You’ll get your head shot off, Jem. Please...”

“Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win.”

“Living in that jungle with nobody but J. Grimes Everett. Not a white person’ll go near ‘em but that saintly J. Grimes Everett.”

“...I’ll say this: Atticus Finch is the same in his house as he is on the public streets.”

“After all, if Aunty could be a lady at a time like this, so could I.”

“I was just walking by when it crawled out of his hair...just crawled out of his hair–”

“Yes, suh. I felt right sorry for her, she seemed to try more’n the rest of ‘em–”

“I know all that, Scout. It was the way he said it made me sick, plain sick.”

“People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for, and they have the right to subject their children to it...”

“This is their home, sister. We’ve made it this way for them, they might as well learn to cope with it.”

“God damn it, I’m not thinking of Jem!”

“Your aunt’s doing me a favor...I can’t stay here all day with you, and the summer’s going to be a hot one.”

“Don’t yawl come over here for a while.”

“The very idea, didn’t you know his nickname was Ol’ One-Shot when he was a boy?”

“Your fancy airs don’t come to nothin’–your ma’amin’ and Miss Mayellerin’ don’t come to nothin’, Mr. Finch–”

“Will you take me home?”

“Yes, sir, I understand...Mr. Tate was right...it’d be sort of like shootin’ a mockingbird, wouldn’t it?”