Daniel:
If you hang onto the past you die a little each day.
Prison Guard: What about your books? Max Cady: Already read
'em.
Max Cady: Grandaddy 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.
Cady: Your mommy's not happy...your daddy's not happy, and
you know what? You're not happy.
Claude Kersic: 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.
Claude Kersic: 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: Counselor? You're gonna 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 craker on the fourth of July.
