Zeb Bascomb: [after finding Emmy alone outside of camp] Why, Emmy.
Emmy: Go away, Zeke. Don't you dare touch me.
Zeb Bascomb: How do you know it's Zeke, honey? Why, you ain't even looked.
Emmy: I don't want to look. I don't want to ever see you. I just want to die.
Zeb Bascomb: That ain't no nice way to talk after all the trouble I had finding you. What made you skip out?
[He leans down to touch her]
Emmy: [Emmy turns with a shotgun] I'll shoot!
Zeb Bascomb: Well, I guess, ain't no use in asking for mercy once a woman's got her mind made up. I did think you had more feeling for me though.
Emmy: You said I was stealing and it ain't true.
Zeb Bascomb: Well, I know. I was wrong, I'm sorry.
Emmy: You were going to give me a belt in the snoot.
Zeb Bascomb: Well, I thought you knew that I was just testin' ya.
Emmy: What's testin'?
Zeb Bascomb: Seein' if you love me.
Emmy: Were you testin' when you pushed me and said you wanted me to catch the measles?
Zeb Bascomb: That is my number one test. Measles couldn't even light on you, you're too wiggly.
Emmy: You care for anybody special, Zeke?
Zeb Bascomb: What difference does it make? I ain't got long to live anyway.
Emmy: Maybe I won't shoot ya.
Zeb Bascomb: Well, what you got to do, you got to do.
Emmy: I don't know how to work this very good anyway.
[Hands him the shotgun]
Zeb Bascomb: You sure could have fooled me, alright.
Emmy: Would you have took the ring if grandma had give it to ya?
Zeb Bascomb: Why should I?
Emmy: She likes you. Why do you play cruel all the time?
Zeb Bascomb: Oh, why do you poison gophers?
Emmy: Will you marry her?
Zeb Bascomb: Now I know you're sick.
Emmy: Just sort of look after her. I may not always be around.
Zeb Bascomb: Yes, yes, you... You are gettin' mighty old. Mighty old. I kind of thought though that you was waiting for me.
Emmy: You wouldn't want a wart.
Zeb Bascomb: Didn't you know that I meant just the opposite?
Emmy: What's the opposite to a wart?
Zeb Bascomb: The op... It's a dimple, a pretty little dimple.
Emmy: A dimple?
Zeb Bascomb: Mm-hmm.
Emmy: You mean I'm a dimple?
Zeb Bascomb: That's right.
Emmy: I like that.
Zeb Bascomb: Sure.
