- Yello-Curley' Hinds - the Phony Reverend's Former Jailmate: I tell you that I was not seekin' you out, but dropped off here to find girls for 'Cotton Blossom's Shoulder Shakers' - - and this little Isabelle - - she appeals to muh!
- Martha Jane - Her Mother: All de money I been savin' is tu buy de home which I'se gwine gib you when you becomes de wife ob my pastuh.
- Rev. Isaiah T. Jenkins: How about that contribution?
- Speakeasy Proprietor: What contribution, brudder?
- Rev. Isaiah T. Jenkins: I've laid off you an' this house of Hell; but I'm thinking about preaching on the subject - - soon!
- Yello-Curley' Hinds - the Phony Reverend's Former Jailmate: Unless you come across with some 'jack', I'll tell them you're a faker.
- Rev. Isaiah T. Jenkins: Shut your yaller mouth and come with me!
- Title Card: Crushed - - body and soul!
- Martha Jane - Her Mother: Ah keeps mah money in de bible 'cause ah feels dat de wustes sinnuh wouldn't dauh touch hit in dis sacred place.
- Rev. Isaiah T. Jenkins: Now as I must carry his work into the byways for other sinners, I'll be moseying along.
- Rev. Isaiah T. Jenkins: I've warned you, Sister Martha Jane, about letting this child become worldly!
- Rev. Isaiah T. Jenkins: Good liquor.
- Speakeasy Proprietor: Yessuh. Dat's what ah tries tu carry. Uv corse I gets a li'l money fo' it fun de rest a man customuhs; but being it's you - - dat's dif'ent.
- Martha Jane - Her Mother: What's that niggah got tu marry on?
- Isabelle - the Girl: Don't say 'niggah,' mother. It's vulgar.
- Yello-Curley' Hinds - the Phony Reverend's Former Jailmate: That niggah that runs the club cleaned me, I'm broke and you got to slip me a few dollars.