| A | B |
|---|
| When I come to town...if I weave a little and drink out of this sack folks can say He can't help himself, that's why he lives the way he does | Dolphus Raymond |
| Because- he (Walter) is trash, that's why you can't play with him | Aunt Alexandra |
| Atticus Finch is the same in his houst as he is on the public streets | Miss Maudie |
| My paw's never touched a hair o' my head in my life. He never touched me | Mayella |
| I wanted you to see what real courgae is instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hands | Atticus |
| To my way of thinking, Mr Finch taking the one man whe's done you and this town a graeat service an' draggin him with his shy ways into the limelight-to me that's a sin | Heck Tate |
| Oh child, those poor Mrunas | Mrs. Merriweather |
| There was no doubt about it. I must soon enter this world where on its surface fragrant ladies rocked slowly fanned gently and drank cool water | Scout |
| That boy's yo' comp'ny and if he wants to eat up the table cloth you let him you hear | Calpurnia |
| Will you take me home | Boo Radley |
| It' like being a caterpillar in a cocoon that's what it is like...like somethin asleep | Jem |
