- Adam McAdam: It's like pouring salt into an open stab. The wound itself I can bear - I've borne a thousand in the score of years that I've lived in this glen. But there's not one man amongst ye who hasnae had his hand against me. And what will you say aboot me when I'm gone. Ye'll say he was a drunkard? I am. Ye'll say that he was a sinner? I am. He was everything he shouldnae be, and we're glad that he's gone.
- Adam McAdam: I'm just like my dog there, Black Wull. He kens as well me, what it means to give a dog a bad name.
- Shepherd: If you want evidence - take a look at my dog.
- Mrs. Sanderson: Aye, and he's luckier than most of the tykes Black Wull gets after - he's still alive!
- Shepherd: The black devil's more wolf than dog...
- Mrs. Sanderson: Now I wonder what they're up to - that's the first time in living memory that Samuel has refused a glass of beer.