| Term | Definition |
|---|
| I'm Charles Baker Harris, I can read | Dill; Jem and Scout |
| Your father does not know how to teach | Miss Caroline; Scout |
| Here's a quarter. Go an eat downtown today. You can pay me back tomorrow | Miss Caroline; Walter |
| Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house's yo' company | Calpurnia; Scout |
| I'd soon's kill you as look at you. Now go home. | Little Chuck Little; Burris Ewell |
| "You... are the common folk. You must obey the law. | Atticus; Scout |
| I've been chewin' it all afternoon and I ain't dead yet, not even sick. | Scout; Jem |
| A Hot Steam's somebody who can't get to heaven | Jem; Dill |
| What are you doing with those scissors, then? Why are you tearing up that newspaper? | Atticus; Jem |
| Maybe he died and they stuffed him up the chimney | Scout; Miss Maudie |
| Sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of - oh, of your father | Miss Maudie; Scout |
| Putting his life's history on display for the edification of the whole neighborhood | Atticus; Jem |
| I won 'em from him | Dill; Atticus |
| Attcius ain't ever whipped me since I can remember. I wanta keep it that way | Jem; Scout |
| The world's endin' ------! Please do something! | Scout; Atticus |
| You've perpetrated a near libel here in the front yard | Atticus; Jem |
| erected an absolute morphodite in that yard! | Miss Maudie; Atticus (but overheard by Scout) |
| I'll have more room for my azaleas now! | Miss Maudie; Jem |
| Because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win | Atticus; Scout |
| One had to behave like a sunbeam | Aunt Alexandra; Scout |
| He's nothin' but a n*****-lover! | Francis; Scout |
| I shall never marry... I might have children | Uncle Jack; Atticus |
| I can't shoot that well and you know it! | Heck Tate; Atticus |
| If you aren't sent to reform school before next week, my name's not ------! | Mrs. Dubose; Jem |
| I wants to know why you bringin' white chillin to ****** chruch | Lula; Calpurnia |
| Put my bag in the front bedroom | Aunt Alexandra; Calpurnia |
| We still need Cal as much as we ever did | Atticus; Aunt Alexandra |
| Do you reckon it'll be all right if you all came to the balcony with me? | Reverend Sykes; Jem and Scout and Dill |
| You're left handed | Judge Taylor; Bob Ewell |
| Won't answe a word you say long as you keep mockin' me | Mayella; Atticus |
| Who beat you up? Tom Robinson or your father? | Atticus; Mayella |
| Somethin' not fittin' to say - not fittin' for these folks'n chillun to hear | Tom Robinson; Atticus |
| You see they could never, never understand that I live like I do because that's the way I want to live | Dolphus Raymond; Scout |
| Guilty... guilty...guilty | Jury |
| Stand up. Your father's passin' | Reverend Sykes; Scout |
| There's four kinds of folk in the world. There's the ordinary folk like us and the neighbors, there's the kind like the Cunninghams out in the woods, the kind like the Ewells down at the dump, and the Negroes | Jem; Scout |
| Whether Maycomb knowis it or not, we're paying the highest tribute we can pay a man. We trust him to do right | Miss Maudie; Aunt Alexandra |
| Then let's join the ladies | Aunt Alexandra; Scout and Miss Maudie |
| Because they don't bother you | Jem; Scout |
| That man seems to have a permenant rudge running against everybody connected with that case | Aunt Alexandra; Atticus |
| Ha-a-a, gotcha! | Cecil Jacobs; Jem and Scout |
| Bob Ewell's lyin' on the ground under that tree down yonder with a kitchen knife stuck up under gis ribs. He's dead | Heck Tate, Atticus |
| God damn it, I'm not thinking of Jem! | Heck Tate, Atticus |
| Well, it'd be sort of like shootin' a mockingbird, wouldn't it? | Scout, Atticus |
| Will you take me home? | Boo, Scout |
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