The Spitfire Grill

Percy:
Most folks would rather hear a colorful lie over the truth any day.

Nahum Goddard:
Who do you supposed is gonna keep an eye on her?

Sheriff Walsh:
Well, if she's working at the Spitfire, I'd guess everyone.

Hannah Ferguson:
Until I forget my name or start drooling at the mouth, I'll thank you to let me make my own decisions.

Joe Sperling:
You sound like you're from the South.

Percy Talbot:
Things ain't always what they sound.

Shelby Goddard:
[as bags of mail for the essay contest are deposited in the diner] Holy Moses.

Percy:
Holy Mackerel.

Hannah Ferguson:
Holy Sh*t!

[first lines]

Percy:
[answering call] Maine tourist office, how can I help you today?

Nahum Goddard:
Where do you come from, Percy?

Percy:
Ohio.

Nahum Goddard:
Ohio, huh. I had some clients from Ohio once. Didn't sound like you do.

Percy:
Well I wouldn't mind coming from someplace else, if that doesn't suit you.

Shelby Goddard:
The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Or somewhere in that vicinity.

[last lines]

Clare:
I just gotta find someplace to give my boy a chance, Mrs. Ferguson. That's all he really needs, just a chance. And from reading what you all wrote, well, I got to wishing maybe your town would be that place.

Percy, Shelby Goddard:
You can say that twice and mean it.