Daniel:
If you hang onto the past you die a little each day.
Claude Kersek:
You're scared. But that's Ok. I want you to savor that fear. The south was born in fear. Fear of the Indian, fear of the slave, fear of the damn Union. The south has a fine tradition of savoring fear.
Max Cady:
It's not necessary to lay a foul tongue on me my friend. I could get upset. Things could get out of hand. Then in self defense, I could do something to you that you would not like, right here.
Max Cady:
Every man... every man has to go through hell to reach paradise.
Max Cady:
You learn about loss.
Max Cady:
You ready to be born again, Miss Bowden?
Max Cady:
I'm going to chop you into 42 pieces.
[Max Cady stares at Mrs Bowden]
Max Cady:
Mmm mmm, hot as a fire cracker on the fourth of July.
Prison Guard:
What about your books?
Max Cady:
Already read 'em.
Max Cady:
Granddaddy used to handle snakes in church, Granny drank strychnine. I guess you could say I had a leg up, genetically speaking.
Max Cady:
Counselor, could you be there?
Max Cady:
I am like God, and God like me. I am as large as God, He is as small as I. He cannot above me, nor I beneath Him be. Selatius, 17th Century.
Max Cady:
Your mommy's not happy...your daddy's not happy, and you know what? You're not happy.
Claude Kersek:
Well, gee golly gosh. I sure am sorry I offended you, you white trash piece of shit.
[Max Cady bares his heavily tattooed body]
Lieutenant Elgart:
I don't know whether to look at him or read him.
Lieutenant Elgart:
Well, pardon me all over the place.
Max Cady:
I understand, I'm not your type, too many tattoos. Thing is, there isn't much to do in prison except desecrate your flesh.
Max Cady:
Are you my friend? Are you my friend?
Claude Kersek:
No I'm not your friend.
Max Cady:
Well, see, I like to plan my comings and goings with friends, so if you're planning my comings and goings I'd call that presumptuous, in fact I'd call it downright rude.
Max Cady:
Councilor! COME OUT, COME OUT WHERE EVER YOU ARE!!
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