The Beguiled (1971)
Hallie: Mr. Yankee, there was enough iron in your leg to shoe a horse!
Martha Farnsworth: Removing the ligatures will be painful. Do you want some laudanum?
Cpl. John McBurney: No thanks, kind lady! I'll fall asleep, and then just by chance, you might cut off my... other leg.
Hallie: Miss Martha said I should shave you. But I ain't so sure.
[examining his face]
Hallie: I don't think the Lord want a man's face all smooth like a baby's bottom. That's why he gave him whiskers. Might be a sin to shave that group off.
Cpl. John McBurney: [huskily] Then don't do it. Sinning oughta be saved for *much* more important things!
Hallie: I better shave you! Miss Martha give me my orders. Not de Lord. And even without whiskers, you wouldn't look half bad - for a white man.
Cpl. John McBurney: I've just been thinking about all the advantages a one-legged man has. He saves on socks. He doesn't have to worry about trimming as many toenails... fewer corns and bunions. I've been contemplating asking her to cut off the other one.
Martha Farnsworth: If the pain gets too great, I'll ask Hallie to bring you some (wine).
Cpl. John McBurney: Well, this does seem like a good occasion, and I would love some wine.
Martha Farnsworth: It was offered for your pain, not for your pleasure!
Cpl. John McBurney: To be sure, ma'am. It's just that sometimes the two go together.
Cpl. John McBurney: [first lines - voiceover - sung] A warning by me, Don't go for a soldier, don't join no army, For the dove she will leave you, the raven will come, And death will come marching at the beat of the drum. Come all you pretty fair maids, come walk in the sun, And don't let your young man ever carry a gun
Cpl. John McBurney: How old are you Amy?
Amy: Twelve. Thirteen in September.
Cpl. John McBurney: Old enough for kisses.
Cpl. John McBurney: You're a damn handsome woman, Hallie. Maybe I'll just start with you. Go down in the cellar. I've been havin' a run of bad luck lately. I understand the way to fix that is to have a black woman.
Hallie: Then, white boy, you better like it with a died black woman. Because, that's the only way you'll get it from this one.
Hallie: You figure dem Yanks gonna burn this place down?
Martha Farnsworth: Hallie, don't talk that way. Its hard enough to get the girls to study as it is.
Edwina: I can't emphasize enough that French is a smilin' language.
Edwina: Abigail, you're not paying attention.
Abigail: I'm sorry, Miss Edwina. But the war is standin' so close. Doris says if the Yankees win, they'll rape every one of us!
Carol: A real bluebelly!
Doris: There's only one way to tell if he's a Yank.
Carol: How's that?
Doris: Take off his pants! Yanks have tails!
Martha Farnsworth: [internal voice] If this war goes on much longer, I'll forget I ever was a woman.
Martha Farnsworth: I'm afraid its some time since the Corporal had a bath.
Hallie: I noticed. You ladies leave. I'll get some clean water and wash him down.
Abigail: Miss Edwina, aren't you afraid of that bluebelly?
Edwina: No. Its bad manners to call him a bluebelly. He has a name. Corporal John McBurney.
Hallie: Now, pull off his pants. Go ahead, Miss Martha. He's not made no different than your brother.
Cpl. John McBurney: You and I ought to be friends, Hallie.
Hallie: How you figure that?
Cpl. John McBurney: Well, we're both kinda prisoners here. Aren't we?
Hallie: We're different, Mr. Yankee. I can run.
Cpl. John McBurney: Sometimes a man's gotta do things he doesn't particularly like.
Hallie: Not if you're free, you don't. And you white folks ain't killin' each other 'cause you care about us niggers. White mans de same everywhere in this world.
Carol: [watching Edwina cleaning Cpl. John McBurney's chest - internal voice] At least it gives her an opportunity to learn what a man's body feels like.
Carol: You must be tired, wouldn't you like a chance to go to your closet? I might sponge parts of him you wouldn't.
Edwina: [slaps Carol] I knew what you were the minute you came to this school. A hussy is a hussy! You come in here again and you'll find your face in a bucket of water.
Martha Farnsworth: Very pretty, Edwina. The Corporal seems to be having an affect on all of us.
Cpl. John McBurney: Sometimes, don't you think of yourself as a sleeping beauty in a castle, waiting for the prince to free you - with a kiss?
Cpl. John McBurney: I've been at war a long time. Its been months since I've seen a woman's face. You'll find I'm easily amused.
Martha Farnsworth: Get any ideas of trying to amuse yourself with any of the ladies in this house...
Cpl. John McBurney: Well, wait just a minute.
Martha Farnsworth: You'll find yourself out on that road so fast you won't know what happened to you!
Cpl. John McBurney: I'm not that kind of man. You know that.
Martha Farnsworth: I know nothing of the kind.
Cpl. John McBurney: How long does it take you, ma'am, to get to know someone? To get to know me?
Martha Farnsworth: You'll never find out. You won't be here that long.
Cpl. John McBurney: Well, Carol, that's about the nicest introduction I've ever had. And to the prettiest girl. How old are you?
Carol: Seventeen. I know a lot more than girls my age.
Cpl. John McBurney: I bet you do!
Carol: Gotta get back to -
Carol: Bible readin'.
Cpl. John McBurney: Say a pray for me, will ya?
Carol: I would, but, I have no idea what you want.
Martha Farnsworth: Hallie, you might shave Cpl. McBurney this morning. I'm tired of lookin' at that stubble.
Hallie: [singing while milking the cow in the barn] If livin' was a thing that money could buy, Don't you know that rich would live, Lord, the poor would die. Oh, trouble.
[stops singing, looks at the cow]
Hallie: Is that all you gonna give? Guess you dryin' up like the rest of us women around here.
Doris: Well, I think we should refuse to work the garden until Miss Martha stops givin' food to the enemy of the Confederacy.
Carol: The Bible says, "Love thy enemy."
Hallie: Miss Doris, that thing in your hand is for hoein', not leanin'.
Doris: It's nigger work! And its ruining my hands. Why, I'll never be able to play the harp again!
Hallie: That nigger work is what feed us. And if we don't get enough of it, you'll go where you can play your harp, your holy of long days.
Hallie: Like to suck a raw egg while I shave you? It'll give you energy.
Cpl. John McBurney: Thanks.
Hallie: You get the thanks. Those hens hadn't laid for months before you came. You must got rooster blood in you!
Carol: You surprise me! Never thought you'd be afraid to kiss a girl.
Cpl. John McBurney: Well, you see, my mother told me that it might just stunt my growth.
Carol: Well, maybe your mama was right. You certainly are well developed.
Cpl. John McBurney: Yeah, I'd have to say the same about you.
Carol: Well, its not the same. I mean your shoulders and arms seem to be all muscle. I bet there's not a soft spot on you.
Edwina: Oh. Oh, I can't. Not like this. Not without being sure. Maybe, maybe when the war's over. Its just that I never have before. Don't be angry.
2nd Confederate Captain: It seems to me is how you might be afraid of being molested by them Yankees. I could leave a couple of my boys here to sleep in your barn for a night or two.
Carol: I see you can manage stairs. You know, they leave the key in your door. I could slip down and unlock it. You'd find me much more interestin' than Miss Edwina.
Cpl. John McBurney: You little devil.
Abigail: Why were we all scared of our own soldiers?
Edwina: All armies have some men who aren't nice.
Martha Farnsworth: I'll try not to dictate your personal behavior, Corporal.
Cpl. John McBurney: [delirious] You're well bosomed too. Sweet, I'll tell you that. So round and perky.
Cpl. John McBurney: You dirty bitch! Just because I didn't go to your bed. Just because I went to someone else's bed.
Cpl. John McBurney: Why should I have denied myself after all I'd been through? You wanted to be so much the God damn lady. The virgin bitch. Get out of here. Get out of here!
Amy: You were in her room. Why? And she was all naked. And I, and I thought you loved me!
Cpl. John McBurney: I'd welcome some wine, though.
Martha Farnsworth: You might welcome it; but, you won't get it. Undo your trouser leg.
Cpl. John McBurney: Where's your virgin assistant? Doesn't she want to stay around to finish the job?
Carol: What happened - makes no difference to me. I know it won't hinder you - romantically. I'm sure a one-legged man, or even a no-legged man, can enjoy himself - in a way. Same as any man. I'd do anything for you.
Cpl. John McBurney: According to the new rules around here, I'm gonna have the run of this place. One is that I'm gonna be with any young lady that desires my company. Now, if you have any objections, then I'm gonna locate the nearest Union Calvary and tell them about some of the goodies - especially the beddin' down variety!
Cpl. John McBurney: You must understand that it was the wine that turned lose the devils in me.