Barton Kendrick: Well what are we going to do?
Johnny Jones: We are going to take what's left to us. Why we haven't even a minute to waste on being sad. Come on. Let's hurry.
Barton Kendrick: Well where should we go?
Johnny Jones: Oh I don't care. Just so there are people and music and we can be gay.

Grandma: Part of living is meeting tragedy and rising above it. A woman doesn't amount to anything unless she can do it. It takes a long while to learn that that's true.
Johnny Jones: Thank you for telling me.

Grandma: You know about Satan and idle hands, don't you?
Johnny Jones: Oh yes! I've heard about them. Both!

Bill Smith: Grandma always puts me in my place.

Bill Smith: I've had a poem running through my mind for a long time now. It's one that Christopher Marlowe wrote. It's... uh... well, listen.
[begins]
Bill Smith: Come live with me and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove that hills and valleys, dales and fields, woods or craggy mountains yeild. And I will make ye beds of roses and a thousand fragrant posies...
[pauses]
Bill Smith: and... and... something, something, something, something...
[remembering]
Bill Smith: And if these pleasures do ye move, come live with me and be my love.