George Kennedy credited as playing...
John Little
- [Last lines]
- John Little: Come next November, I'm going to run your legs off.
- Jimmy Price: I'm not going to stand for Sheriff next year
- John Little: Why not?
- Jimmy Price: My brother, he's going to run for Sheriff.
- [pause]
- Jimmy Price: I'm going to run for Mayor.
- John Little: I wasn't voted out of office because I've been a bad sheriff. I was voted out because I ain't colored!
- [Julia starts to laugh]
- John Little: Did I say something funny?
- Julia Little: I've been meanin' to have a talk with you about your complexion.
- John Little: [laughs] Oh, you. Julie, I'm the first man in the whole state to get hit over the head with black power.
- John Little: [after Julia sends their two daughters to bed] Kinda late, aren't they?
- Julia Little: TV special. The Wizard of Oz.
- John Little: You got a back room here, Junior.
- Junior: So?
- John Little: Has it got a bed in it?
- Junior: Sometimes I sleep.
- John Little: There's a rumor goin' around. This particular rumor has you rentin' it out to teenagers.
- Junior: It ain't so!
- John Little: I'm bettin' it is.
- John Little: Found a colored boy out on the highway, all beat up, last night. Now, somebody had painted a white KKK on his forehead.
- H.C. Tolbert: Hello, John. Gettin' any?
- John Little: I hear your wife had another baby, Tolbert. That makes 10, don't it?
- H.C. Tolbert: Last time I counted. Done run out of fingers to count on.
- Junior: Unless my calendar's a liar, this is your last day in office. You out on your keister, tomorrow noon. How's if feel havin' a nigger take your job?
- John Little: He's voted into office, I was voted out.
- D.J. Rankin: John, some around here, just can't understand how you let that black boy walk in and take your job away from you - you bein' raised around here and all.
- John Little: Because its the law, Rankin.
- D.J. Rankin: You know as well as I do he didn't get a single white vote out of the whole county.
- John Little: According to the law, black or white don't make no difference. A vote's a vote. That's the law.
- D.J. Rankin: Yeah, I reckon it is. Who made that law, you suppose?
- John Little: [calling on the police radio] Warren, this is Sheriff Little. Where are you? Over.
- Deputy Joe Warren: I'm just sittin' out here on number 10. Scratchin'. Chewin'. Not doin' much of nothin' to speak of. Over.
- John Little: You wouldn't be runnin' a Yankee trap, would you be, Warren? Over.
- Deputy Joe Warren: No, Sheriff. I'm bird watchin'.
- [whistles]
- Deputy Joe Warren: Over.
- John Little: Rev it up, Warren. Bring it on in. Over.
- Deputy Joe Warren: 10-4.
- John Little: What am I supposed to do?
- Mayor Jeff Parks: That depends.
- John Little: On what?
- Mayor Jeff Parks: On whether you mind being called a nigger-lover.
- Julia Little: You keep sayin' you're not going to do it; but, I know you are.
- John Little: No, I'm not either. There's no chance.
- Julia Little: No chance, my foot. You know I know you like chalk on a blackboard. You're gonna be that nigger's deputy, just as sure as the sun is gonna shine in July.