Daniel: If you hang onto the past you die a little each day. Claude Kersek: You're scared. But that's Ok. I want you to savor that fear. The south was born in fear. Fear of the Indian, fear of the slave, fear of the damn Union. The south has a fine tradition of savoring fear. Max Cady: It's not necessary to lay a foul tongue on me my friend. I could get upset. Things could get out of hand. Then in self defense, I could do something to you that you would not like, right here. Max Cady: Every man... every man has to go through hell to reach paradise. Max Cady: You learn about loss. Max Cady: You ready to be born again, Miss Bowden? Max Cady: I'm going to chop you into 42 pieces.
[Max Cady stares at Mrs Bowden] Max Cady: Mmm mmm, hot as a fire cracker on the fourth of July. Prison Guard: What about your books? Max Cady: Already read 'em. Max Cady: Granddaddy used to handle snakes in church, Granny drank strychnine. I guess you could say I had a leg up, genetically speaking. Max Cady: Counselor, could you be there? Max Cady: I am like God, and God like me. I am as large as God, He is as small as I. He cannot above me, nor I beneath Him be. Selatius, 17th Century. Max Cady: Your mommy's not happy...your daddy's not happy, and you know what? You're not happy. Claude Kersek: Well, gee golly gosh. I sure am sorry I offended you, you white trash piece of shit.
[Max Cady bares his heavily tattooed body] Lieutenant Elgart: I don't know whether to look at him or read him. Lieutenant Elgart: Well, pardon me all over the place. Max Cady: I understand, I'm not your type, too many tattoos. Thing is, there isn't much to do in prison except desecrate your flesh. Max Cady: Are you my friend? Are you my friend? Claude Kersek: No I'm not your friend. Max Cady: Well, see, I like to plan my comings and goings with friends, so if you're planning my comings and goings I'd call that presumptuous, in fact I'd call it downright rude. Max Cady: Councilor! COME OUT, COME OUT WHERE EVER YOU ARE!!
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