Lawless

Jack Bondurant:
Tell your daddy I said "hi".

Forrest Bondurant:
I'm a Bondurant. We don't lay down for nobody.

Forrest Bondurant:
I thought I walked.

Forrest Bondurant:
It is not the violence that sets men apart, alright, it is the distance that he is prepared to go.

Forrest Bondurant:
Have you met Howard?

Maggie Beauford:
Are you Forrest Bondurant? I'm Maggie Beauford.

Charlie Rakes:
Do you mean immortal?

[laughter]

Charlie Rakes:
You f***ing hicks are a sideshow onto yourselves.

[laughter continues]

Charlie Rakes:
Sheriff, do you have any idea what a Thompson submachine gun does to an immortal?

Maggie Beauford:
You just gonna watch me forever?

Forrest Bondurant:
Um... uh, wait, what you doin'?

Jack Bondurant:
You can make moonshine whiskey from just about anything. Turnips, pumpkins, blackberries, cornmeal, tree bark. Anything.

Floyd Banner:
I respect you Bondurants standing up to that Commonwealth's District Attorney. He's got everybody in his pocket. He takes a sh*t and half of Virginia falls out his ass.

Maggie Beauford:
[to Forrest Bondurant] Isn't that just like you to believe your own damn legend?

Bertha Minnix:
You're an outlaw Jack.

Jack Bondurant:
No, it's just a matter of perspective. I'm just doing what any man around here would do if he had the same strength of character.

Forrest Bondurant:
Jack, look at me. We're survivors. We control the fear. And without the fear, we are all as good as dead. Do you understand? - Do you?

Floyd Banner:
[after knocking out Gummy Walsh with a shovel] I've got every lawman in three f***ing states up my ass. The last thing I need is some hard-ass crackers pulling a blood feud on me! Now get this sack of sh*t out of here!

Charlie Rakes:
You see, these mountain boys got injun blood in them. Cherokee. This would explain why they're animalistic in their nature.

Forrest Bondurant:
[to beaten up deputies] Now, you all oughta know better than to come around here when Hal's been on the stump whiskey for a few days.

[last lines]

Jack Bondurant:
Nowadays we Bondurants abide by the law. People ain't tryin' to cut our throats, stab us, or shoot us no more. Them days are long gone. Sometimes when I'm out on the porch just sittin' around doin' nothin', hell, it sure does get real quite around here.