Aunt Belle: Julie, child, I'm so sorry.
Julie: For heaven's sakes, don't be gentle with me now. Do you think I wanna be wept over? I've gotta think, to plan, to fight.
Aunt Belle: But you can't fight marriage.
Julie: Marriage, is it. To that washed-out little Yankee. Pres is mine. He's always been mine. And if I can't have him...

Aunt Belle: Pres has always loved you in white... If he isn't simply bowled over by it, I won't know what to think.
Julie: [speaking to an assistant who carries off a red dress] Wait a minute. Bring that over here. Saucy, isn't it?
Aunt Belle: And vulgar.
Julie: Yes, isn't it? Come on, get me out of this.
Aunt Belle: Julie, what are you doing?
Julie: If it fits me, I'm gonna wear it to the Olympus Ball.
Aunt Belle: A red dress to the Olympus Ball? Why, you're out of your senses.
Julie: ...Mary Vickers couldn't possibly do it justice.
Aunt Belle: Child, you're out of your mind. You know you can't wear red to the Olympus Ball.
Julie: Can't I? I'm goin' to. This is 1852, dumplin,' 1852. Not the Dark Ages. Girls don't have to simp around in white just because they're not married.
Aunt Belle: In New Orleans they do. Julie, you'd insult every woman on the floor.
Mme. Poulard: Mademoiselle, your aunt - she's right. Look how beautiful this dress is.
Julie: Will you kindly get me out of this?
Aunt Belle: Julie, you can't be serious.
Julie: Never more serious in my life.
Aunt Belle: But Julie, think of Pres.
Julie: That's just exactly what I am thinkin' of.

Buck Cantrell: I like my convictions undiluted, same as I do my bourbon.

Buck Cantrell: Look here, Miss Julie. You were out here a mighty long time with Pres Dillard.
Julie: Oh please, Buck. Pres had just been polishin' the brandy and...
Buck Cantrell: My back teeth. Did he lose his capacity to drink like a gentleman in the North too? What does he think a lady's house is - a riverboat bar? What did he do?
Julie: Oh Buck. I wouldn't have some silly thing I said be the cause of anything.
Buck Cantrell: Miss Julie, you won't be the cause of anything. Depend on me.
Julie: Thank you, Buck.

Buck Cantrell: To the very good health of the future Ms. Dillard.
Julie Marsden: Buck. Aren't you gonna wish me happiness too?
Buck Cantrell: What's the use? You won't get it. Marryin' a traitor and goin' up North.
Julie Marsden: Pres is a banker, not a traitor. I'll thank ya to remember that.

General Bogardus: [warning Cantrell about dueling] Cantrell, you're a fool! De Lautuc's an old hand. Been out a dozen times.
Buck Cantrell: 13's liable to be unlucky for De Lautruc. You know, these French. They shoot for the head and, like as not, miss. I'm gonna shoot for the body and bust his tripes.

Preston Dillard: You haven't a partner you have to meet Cantrell?
Buck Cantrell: Why no. Came alone
Preston Dillard: [They glare at each other] Pleasant evening isn't it?
Buck Cantrell: Mighty pleasant. Nice and cool...
Preston Dillard: [Looks at Buck and snaps] Do you find it cool in here? I don't find it particularly cool. Do you Julie?
Julie Marsden: [Looks up at Pres] Why... Why no
Preston Dillard: [Steps towards Buck] I don't find it particularly cool. Miss Julie dosen't find it so.
Buck Cantrell: [stares at Pres] Why no. Now that you speak of it... It's just about right...
Preston Dillard: Seems so to me.
Buck Cantrell: [Glares at Pres] Your servant. Yours miss Julie.
[Bows at Julie]

Preston: [stands at the door] Goodbye Julie.
Julie: [looks at Preston slightly shocked] Is that all you've got to say to me?
Preston: There's nothing more to say.
Julie: Evidently you've made up your mind
Preston: No Julie, you've made up my mind.
Julie: [looks at Preston and smiles slightly] Goodbye Pres.
[shakes his hand eyes him carefully, frowns and then slaps him]
Preston: Goodbye Julie.

[after the duel between Buck Cantrell and Ted Dillard ends tragically]
Julie Marsden: Well say it. What are you thinkin'?
Aunt Belle: I'm thinkin' of a woman called Jezebel who did evil in the sight of God.

[Julie presents the red dress to her fiancee, Preston]
Preston Dillard: You never saw an unmarried girl in anything but white.
Julie Marsden: Then you're gonna see one tomorrow night.