Matewan

Joe Kenehan:
You think this man is the enemy? Huh? This is a worker! Any union keeps this man out ain't a union, it's a goddam club! They got you fightin' white against colored, native against foreign, hollow against hollow, when you know there ain't but two sides in this world - them that work and them that don't. You work, they don't. That's all you get to know about the enemy.

Sid Hatfield:
I've met him. I wouldn't piss on him if his heart was on fire.

Mrs. Knightes:
T'ain't no guns allowed at t'dinner table!

Joe Kenehan:
When do we get to Matewan?

Train conductor:
You don't want to go there, mister. Ain't nothing but crazy people.

Few Clothes Johnson [Speaking to novice Italian miner Fausto]:
Now you want to stay alive down here, you listen up. Get ahold of something solid. And give the top a little poke. [Taps the ceiling with a pickaxe.] Now if you get a nice ringing sound, you're all set. Got a nice solid top over your head. But you get a kind of hollow sound, like a drum, that slate's sagging. Got to put in a another post.

Fausto:
You dig coals a long time?

Few Clothes Johnson:
I've been underground since I was ten. You?

Fausto:
We make-a shoe. Everybody in the same factory in Milano make shoe.

Few Clothes Johnson:
Shoes. [Taps ceiling again, a rock falls at their feet.] You make-a shoes.

C. E. Lively:
Who wrote The Iron Heel?

Joe Kenehan:
Jack London.

Sephus:
Where's Joe Hill buried at?

Joe Kenehan:
All over the world. They scattered his ashes.

C. E. Lively:
Which eye is Big Bill Haywood missing?

Joe Kenehan:
His right one.

C. E. Lively:
How'd Frank Little die?

Joe Kenehan:
Butte, Montana ... they hung him from a railroad trestle.

Griggs:
[Asking a foothill man about his rifle] Where'd you get that piece? Spanish War?

Foothill man 2:
Nope. War Between the States.

Older Baldwin-Felts man:
Ever hear of the Hatfields and McCoys, son?

Young Baldwin-Felts man:
Heh. Sure I have have.

Older Baldwin-Felts man:
This here Matewan's their stompin' ground. They'll put a bullet in your brain just as soon as look at you.

Joe Kenehan:
Fellas, we’re in a hole full of coal gas here. The tiniest spark at the wrong time is going to be the end of us. So we got to pick away at this situation, slow and careful. We got to organize and build support. We got to work together. Together! Till they can’t get their coal out of the ground without us cause we’re a union! Cause we’re the workers damn it and we take care of each other!

Sid Hatfield:
I take care of my people. You bring 'em trouble, and you're a dead man. Sleep tight, Kenehan.

Few Clothes Johnson:
Now you watch your mouth, peckerwood. I've been called n*gger, and I can't help that's the way white folks is, but I ain't never been called no scab!

Danny Radnor:
[Narrating] It were 19 and 20 in the southwest fields and things was tough. The miners was trying to bring the union to West Virginia and the coal operators and their gun thugs was set on keeping them out.

Danny Radnor:
We done it mama! We're gonna have the union!

Danny Radnor:
[Narrating] All we got is our misery, Joe Kenehan used to say, and the least we could do is share it.

Danny Radnor:
'Round here, there's the Missionary folks. They's the hardshell Baptists. Then there's the Freewill folks, which is your softshell Baptists. Right now, I preach for both.

Elma Radnor:
I was putting up blackberries when Trammel Blankenship came shoutin' up the holler that the Number 5 had blown. I remember I took the pot off the stovetop and washed my hands before I went down. It took two days to dig through. And then when they brung 'em up, you couldn't tell which was which. They found blood on the walls from fellas trying to claw their way out. Mrs. Elkins, Mrs. Mounts, Bridey Mae, me ... we all lost our men in that fire. Danny were seven then. Now he's back in that same hole.