Fighting Mad

Sheriff Len Skerritt:
[after arriving to break up a street fight and points his shotgun] Everybody freeze! [to Tom] Drop that iron! [Tom tosses it to the ground, but it ends up hitting one of the workers on the foot]

Sheriff Len Skerritt:
Or am I going to have to start kicking asses and taking names?

Pierce Crabtree:
You play, sheriff? [Serves a tennis ball]

Pierce Crabtree:
I don't play games.

Pierce Crabtree:
It's not a game. It's a sport.

Sheriff Len Skerritt:
Don't have time for them, either.

Pierce Crabtree:
I told you to arrest the Hunter boy. [Firmly serves a ball to his opponent] Not half the people in the valley! You know, sheriff, a lot of folks didn't like the looks of all those old people being brought into town in handcuffs.

Sheriff Len Skerritt:
You didn't tell me to make any arrests, Mr. Crabtree. I acted on by a complaint from a citizen. You.

Pierce Crabtree:
What about my bulldozer? You could have held him on that, at least.

Sheriff Len Skerritt:
I don't know that he did it. Whoever did do it, they did a damn good job. Didn't leave a trace.

Pierce Crabtree:
I hate to say it, sheriff, but perhaps I should call on the FBI since this sabotage is too much for you local boys.

Sheriff Len Skerritt:
My oldest brother's in the FBI. You can get back to your game, now, Mr. Crabtree. I'll just be running along.

Pierce Crabtree:
Just a minute, sheriff. You should take up tennis. You might learn to like it.

Pierce Crabtree:
Hunter's temper is going to be the death of him.

Snaker:
Maybe we should call the law!

Pierce Crabtree:
Call the law, hell! Where are those goons?

Lorene Maddox:
Tom! [she slaps Tom across the face enough to almost knock his glasses off]

Senator Hingle:
I read this paper on the plane today coming back from Washington. When I first read it, I got sad. Then I got mad! Ambrose was a friend of mine. Let me tell you something, boy. You better watch out fro the IRS, the internal revenue, everything!

Pierce Crabtree:
[closing the door] Good night, Josh.

Senator Hingle:
I'm gonna get you and not good night, good-bye!

Hal Fraser:
Court or no court, Crabtree's paying for this. I'll blow his frickin' head off!

Starr:
[Tom almost lunges towards Starr] No, man, cool it. I came here to talk to you. They're coming after you. You got no chance. If I were you, I'd pack up and get out of town.

Tom Hunter:
Well, why should I pay attention to you, a**hole?

Starr:
I don't really give a flying f*** what you want to believe. I've said my piece and I'm getting the hell of here.

Sheriff Len Skerritt:
[after he gets knocked down by an enraged Tom and and angrily fires his gun in the air] DON'T F*** WITH ME!