You think this man is the enemy? Huh? This is a worker! Any union keeps this man out ain't a union, it's a goddam club! They got you fightin' white against colored, native against foreign, hollow against hollow, when you know there ain't but two sides in this world - them that work and them that don't. You work, they don't. That's all you got to know about the enemy.
Fellas, we’re in a hole full of coal gas here. The tiniest spark at the wrong time is going to be the end of us. So we got to pick away at this situation, slow and careful. We got to organize and build support. We got to work together. Together! Till they can’t get their coal out of the ground without us cause we’re a union! Cause we’re the workers damn it and we take care of each other!
[Narrating] It were 19 and 20 in the southwest fields and things was tough. The miners was trying to bring the union to West Virginia and the coal operators and their gun thugs was set on keeping them out.
We done it mama! We're gonna have the union!
[Narrating] All we got is our misery, Joe Kenehan used to say, and the least we could do is share it.
'Round here, there's the Missionary folks. They's the hardshell Baptists. Then there's the Freewill folks, which is your softshell Baptists. Right now, I preach for both.
I was putting up blackberries when Trammel Blankenship came shoutin' up the holler that the Number 5 had blown. I remember I took the pot off the stovetop and washed my hands before I went down. It took two days to dig through. And then when they brung 'em up, you couldn't tell which was which. They found blood on the walls from fellas trying to claw their way out. Mrs. Elkins, Mrs. Mounts, Bridey Mae, me ... we all lost our men in that fire. Danny were seven then. Now he's back in that same hole.
Cold Mountain representitive:These picks and shovels are to be considered a loan from the Stone Mountain coal company; their cost will be deducted from your first month’s pay. Tool sharpening, provided by the company, is 25 cents a month. Use of the wash house is 75 cents a month. Medical doctor, provided by the company is 2 dollars a month, special procedures extra. Your train ride here, provided by the company, will be deducted from your first month’s pay. Your pay will be issued as company script, redeemable for all goods and services at the company store. Purchases of any items available at the company store from outside merchants will result in firing without pay… Powder, fuses, lamps, head gear, all appropriate clothing will be available at the company store, and Stone Mountain will generously advance you a month’s supply of these items, payment to be deducted... Rentals will be for one room, 2.50 a month. Company rule, no more than two people in one room, children included. Electricity, where that is feasible, will be one dollar a month...
Sephus: [Opening lines of film] Shootin' coal! Shootin' coal!
Hardshell preacher: The Prince of Darkness is upon the land. Now in the Bible his name is Beezlebub, Lord of the Flies. Right now on Earth today his name is Bolshevist! Socialist! Communist! Union man! Lord of untruth, sower of evil seed, enemy of all that is good and pure and this creature walks among us. What are we going to do about it?
Foothill man 1: This your machine? [Indicates the Model T Ford.] Heard it last night, too. It's an offense to the ear.
Foothill man 1: You folks try and keep the noise down you'll do fine. Help yourself to the bird and the rabbit. But if you see any hogs, they's probably ours. We'd appreciate it if you leave them be.
Hill man: Grab his ankles missus, and mind your dress. He's a bleedin' like a stuck pig.
Mrs. Knightes: T'ain't no guns allowed at t'dinner table!
Train conductor: You don't want to go there, mister. Ain't nothing but crazy people.
Few Clothes Johnson[Speaking to novice Italian miner Fausto]: Now you want to stay alive down here, you listen up. Get ahold of something solid. And give the top a little poke. [Taps the ceiling with a pickaxe.] Now if you get a nice ringing sound, you're all set. Got a nice solid top over your head. But you get a kind of hollow sound, like a drum, that slate's sagging. Got to put in a another post.
Fausto: You dig coals a long time?
Few Clothes Johnson: I've been underground since I was ten. You?
Fausto: We make-a shoe. Everybody in the same factory in Milano make shoe.
Few Clothes Johnson: Shoes. [Taps ceiling again, a rock falls at their feet.] You make-a shoes.