The Beguiled (1971)

Mae Mercer: Hallie

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Quotes 

• Hallie : Miss Martha said I should shave you. But I ain't so sure.

  [examining his face] 

  Hallie : I don't think the Lord want a man's face all smooth like a baby's bottom. That's why he gave him whiskers. Might be a sin to shave that group off.

  Cpl. John McBurney : [huskily]  Then don't do it. Sinning oughta be saved for *much* more important things!

  Hallie : I better shave you! Miss Martha give me my orders. Not de Lord. And even without whiskers, you wouldn't look half bad - for a white man.

  [laughs] 

• Hallie : Mr. Yankee, there was enough iron in your leg to shoe a horse!

• Cpl. John McBurney : You're a damn handsome woman, Hallie. Maybe I'll just start with you. Go down in the cellar. I've been havin' a run of bad luck lately. I understand the way to fix that is to have a black woman.

  Hallie : Then, white boy, you better like it with a died black woman. Because, that's the only way you'll get it from this one.

• Hallie : Now, pull off his pants. Go ahead, Miss Martha. He's not made no different than your brother.

• Hallie : You figure dem Yanks gonna burn this place down?

  Martha Farnsworth : Hallie, don't talk that way. Its hard enough to get the girls to study as it is.

• Martha Farnsworth : I'm afraid its some time since the Corporal had a bath.

  Hallie : I noticed. You ladies leave. I'll get some clean water and wash him down.

• Cpl. John McBurney : You and I ought to be friends, Hallie.

  Hallie : How you figure that?

  Cpl. John McBurney : Well, we're both kinda prisoners here. Aren't we?

  Hallie : We're different, Mr. Yankee. I can run.

• Cpl. John McBurney : Sometimes a man's gotta do things he doesn't particularly like.

  Hallie : Not if you're free, you don't. And you white folks ain't killin' each other 'cause you care about us niggers. White mans de same everywhere in this world.

• Hallie : [singing while milking the cow in the barn]  If livin' was a thing that money could buy, Don't you know that rich would live, Lord, the poor would die. Oh, trouble.

  [stops singing, looks at the cow] 

  Hallie : Is that all you gonna give? Guess you dryin' up like the rest of us women around here.

• Hallie : Miss Doris, that thing in your hand is for hoein', not leanin'.

  Doris : It's nigger work! And its ruining my hands. Why, I'll never be able to play the harp again!

  Hallie : That nigger work is what feed us. And if we don't get enough of it, you'll go where you can play your harp, your holy of long days.

• Hallie : Like to suck a raw egg while I shave you? It'll give you energy.

  Cpl. John McBurney : Thanks.

  Hallie : You get the thanks. Those hens hadn't laid for months before you came. You must got rooster blood in you!