"There's some folks who don't eat like us, but you ain't called on to contradict 'em at the table when they don't. That boy's yo' comp'ny and if he wants to eat up the table cloth you let him, you hear?"
"This wasn't on the ground, it was in a tree. Well it was. It was sticking in that tree yonder, the one comin’ from school.”
“Don’t eat things you find, Scout.”
"Atticus doesn't drink whiskey, he never drunk a drop in his life-nome, yes he did. He said he drank some one time and didn't like it."
“What I meant was, if Atticus Finch drank until he was drunk he wouldn’t be as hard as some men are at their best…”
“Show you when we get home. They’d be sewed up. Not like a lady sewed ’em, like somethin’ I’d try to do. All crooked. It’s almost like-”
“-somebody knew you were comin’ back for ‘em.”
"“Morning Jem, Scout,” “Yes, I filled it up.” “Tree’s dying. You plug ‘em with cement when they’re sick. You ought to know that, Jem.”
“Mr. Radley, Mr. Radley, ah--did you put cement in that hole in the tree down yonder?” “Why’s you do it, sir”