Libby: [mad at Mayor Noble for criticizing Woodrow] That ass of a father of yours! Going around talking about people he doesn't know anything about.
Forrest Noble: You're still talking about your children's grandfather.
Libby: What are you trying to do? Depress me? If I thought they'd look anything like him...
Forrest Noble: Well, I don't look anything like him.
Libby: I've noticed that. I've pinned my hopes on it.

Libby: Do you remember when we used to come here in the cool of the evening?
Woodrow Lafayette Pershing Truesmith: Naturally.
Libby: I thought maybe you'd forgotten - so much can happen in a year.
Woodrow Lafayette Pershing Truesmith: So much can happen in a day!
Libby: I suppose so. Were you surprised when they nominated you for mayor?
Woodrow Lafayette Pershing Truesmith: Surprised is not the word for it.

Mayor Everett D. Noble: [dictating his acceptance speech to his son, Forrest] I accept the responsibility with a sense of both humility, satisfaction and gratitude.
Forrest Noble: You can't say "both humility, satisfaction and gratitude". "Both" means two, and you have "humility, satisfaction and gratitude". That's three.
Mayor Everett D. Noble: I can't say it.
Forrest Noble: You can not.
Mayor Everett D. Noble: I've been saying it for years.
Forrest Noble: Well, it isn't correct grammar.
Mayor Everett D. Noble: I'm not running on a platform of correct grammar.

Mayor Everett D. Noble: She forgets her lines 'til rigor mortis sets in!

Mayor Everett D. Noble: This problem is not local, it's national. In a few years, if the war goes on - heaven forbid - you won't be able to swing a cat without knocking down a couple of heroes. Now... are we going to be governed by young men - very young men - however well-meaning or patriotic they may be - whose principal talent consists of hopping in and out of wolfholes...
Political Boss: Foxholes.
Mayor Everett D. Noble: Huh?
Political Boss: They're called foxholes.
Mayor Everett D. Noble: ...talent consists of hopping in and out of foxholes and killing hundreds of enemies with one swoop of the sword. Or... are we going to be governed by respectable civic leaders of mature age who do not seek the appointment, but accept it as a civic duty. I refer to men like... uh, well... myself.

Sgt. Heppelfinger: [after Woodrow reveals his discharge and leaves the auditorium] I just wanna tell you one thing, see. I've seen a lot of brave men in my life - that's my business. But what that kid just done took real courage.

Sgt. Heppelfinger: [to Woodrow] Give me six of them tickets, will ya? We still got a little work to do in our own line. So long, kid.
Mrs. Truesmith: [hugs Bugsy] Goodbye, dear.
Woodrow Lafayette Pershing Truesmith: Will you come back?
Sgt. Heppelfinger: Well, we always come back before. So long, everybody... see youse in church!

Sgt. Heppelfinger: I guess you never got to know your father very well, eh?
Woodrow Lafayette Pershing Truesmith: Well, not exactly... as he fell the day I was born.
Sgt. Heppelfinger: That's right. It's hard to realize. He was a fine looking fellow. He didn't look anything like you at all.

Sgt. Heppelfinger: I tell you it'll all blow over. Everything is perfect - except for a couple of details.
Woodrow Lafayette Pershing Truesmith: They hang people for a couple of details!

Sgt. Heppelfinger: It's an honor to meet you, kid. What's your name?
Woodrow Lafayette Pershing Truesmith: Woodrow Lafayette Pershing Truesmith. Go ahead and laugh.
Sgt. Heppelfinger: That ain't anything to laugh at to anyone who knows anything.