Jerry Lee Lewis: We’re all going to hell for the songs we sing!
June Carter: And what about me, Jerry Lee; am I going to hell too?
Jerry Lee Lewis: No, June, you’re beautiful.
Ray Cash: Mister big shot, mister pill poppin’ rock star. Who are you to judge, you ain’t got nothin’, big empty house, nothin’, children you don’t see, nothin’, big ol’ expensive tractor stuck in the mud, nothin’.
Johnny Cash (referring to proposing): Now I’ve asked you forty different ways and it’s time you come up with a fresh answer.
Vivian Cash: June.
June Carter: Yeah?
Vivian Cash: Steer clear of my children.
June Carter: Vivian, I was just saying hello.
Vivian Cash: You heard me.
June Carter: We’ve got these people all revved up, John. Now c’mon, let’s sing Jackson for ’em.
Johnny Cash: You’ve got me all revved up. Now I’ve asked you forty different ways and it’s time you come up with a fresh answer.
June Carter: Please sing.
Johnny Cash: I’m asking you to marry me. I love you, June. Now I know I said and done a lotta things, that I hurt you, but I promise, I’ll never do that again. I only want to take care of you. I will not leave you like that dutch boy with your finger in the dam. You’re my best friend. Marry me.
June Carter: All right.
Johnny Cash: Yeah?
(They kiss & the crowd cheers)
Vivian Cash: You can’t wear black. It looks like you’re going to a funeral.
Johnny Cash: Maybe I am.
Johnny Cash: You know what your problem is, June Carter? You are afraid to be in love, you are afraid of losing control, And you know what June Carter, I think you are afraid of livin’ in my big fat shadow.
June Carter: Oh really? Is that what my problem is?
Johnny Cash: Yes.
June Carter: My problem is that it’s 2 A.M. My problem is I’m asleep. I’m on a tour bus with eight stinkin’ men. Rule number one: Don’t propose to a girl on a bus, you got that? Rule number two: Don’t tell her it’s because you had a bad dream.
Johnny Cash: June.
June Carter: What?
Johnny Cash: Marry me.
Johnny Cash: Ok… Ok fine… but that’s the last time i’m asking…
June Carter: Well, good. I hate reruns.
Elvis Presley: Nice job out there, Cash!
Jerry Lee Lewis: That’s right, kiss his ass!
Johnny Cash: Hey Jerry Lee, does your momma know you’re out?
Jerry Lee Lewis: She knows, Johnny, she knows.
Sam Phillips: You know exactly what I’m telling you. We’ve already heard that song a hundred times. Just like that. Just… like… how… you… sing it.
Johnny Cash: Well you didn’t let us bring it home.
Sam Phillips: Bring… bring it home? All right, let’s bring it home. If you was hit by a truck and you was lying out there in that gutter dying, and you had time to sing one song. Huh? One song that people would remember before you’re dirt. One song that would let God know how you felt about your time here on Earth. One song that would sum you up. You tellin’ me that’s the song you’d sing? That same Jimmy Davis tune we hear on the radio all day, about your peace within, and how it’s real, and how you’re gonna shout it? Or… would you sing somethin’ different. Somethin’ real. Somethin’ you felt. Cause I’m telling you right now, that’s the kind of song people want to hear. That’s the kind of song that truly saves people. It ain’t got nothin to do with believin’ in God, Mr. Cash. It has to do with believin’ in yourself.
Johnny Cash: I got a couple of songs I wrote in the Air Force. You got anything against the Air Force?
Sam Phillips: No.
Johnny Cash: I do.
Elvis Presley: Want some chili fries?
Young J.R.: (J.R. turns up the radio) Guess which Carter this is.
Young Jack Cash: I don’t know, J.R.
Young J.R.: Guess…
Young Jack Cash: Anita?
Young J.R.: Nope…
Young Jack Cash: Who?
Young J.R.: June.
Johnny Cash: Hello, I’m Johnny Cash.
Johnny Cash: Tell me you don’t love me.
June Carter: I don’t love you.
Johnny Cash: You’re a liar.
June Carter: I guess you ain’t go no problems then.
Johnny Cash: Come on, baby.
June Carter: Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby!
(after John’s been released from jail)
Vivian Cash: Your mama was here. Your daddy too.
Johnny Cash: Oh yeah. And what’d he say?
Vivian Cash: He said now you won’t have to work so hard to make people think you’ve been in jail.
Carrie Cash: Ray, why don’t you let J.R. take the babies in?
Ray Cash: I told Roz we’d have a crop today. What do I say if he pulls up here and we’re shy? You ready to unload that piano?
Carrie Cash: We’re not sellin’ Daddy’s piano. And I’m not the one in Bartstown drinking every Saturday.
Vivian Cash: That bag over there are letters 10 to 1 from girls. 10 to 1, and they’re obscene. Reba’s been trying to answer some of them but half of them ain’t even 15, and they’re sending pictures of themselves in bathing suits. Pictures for you to look at while you’re doing time at Folsom.
Young Jack Cash: Do you hear ’em J.R.? Do you hear them angels?
Carrie Cash: I can hear ’em Jack, they’re beautiful. So beautiful.
Johnny Cash: Looks like we’re here.
June Carter: Oh, thank goodness. Get me outta this car with all these boys.
June Carter: I gotta tell you, I can’t sing tonight. I got the laryngitis. Y’all laughin, but I do.
Billy: We just heard you hollerin up a storm back there.
June Carter: Well, I didn’t have it then, Billy.
Johnny Cash: You’re an angel.
June Carter: No, I’m not.
Johnny Cash: You’ve been there with me.
June Carter: I had a friend who needed help. You’re my friend.
Johnny Cash: But I’ve done so many bad things.
June Carter: You’ve done a few, that’s true.
Johnny Cash: My Daddy’s right. It should have been me on that saw. Jack was so good. He would have done so many good things. What have I done? Just hurt everybody I know. I know I’ve hurt you. I’m nothin’.
June Carter: You’re not nothin’. You are not nothin’. You’re a good man, and God has given you a second chance to make things right, John. This is your chance, honey.
Record Company Executive: What’s with the black? He looks like he’s going to a funeral!
Johnny Cash: Maybe I am.
Johnny Cash: It’s all right, it just happened.
June Carter: Just happened?
Johnny Cash: Yeah.
June Carter: You wear black ’cause you can’t find anything else to wear? You found your sound ’cause you can’t play no better? You just tried to kiss me because “it just happened?” You should try take credit for something every once in a while, John.
Warden: Mr. Cash? Might I suggest you refrain from playing any tunes that remind them, the inmates that is, that they are in prison?
Johnny Cash: You think they forgot?
June Carter: You walked here all the way from Nashville?
Johnny Cash: Yeah, well, walking is good for you.