- Opening Title Card: "There are few, I believe, in this enlightened age who will not acknowledge that slavery as an institution is a moral and political evil." Robert E. Lee, Dec. 27, 1856
- Mr. Shelby: [to his 'rented' slave] You've done enough work for today, George - better get ready for your wedding.
- Title Card: Mr. and Mrs. Shelby, whose gentle rule of the slaves was typical of the South.
- Title Card: Uncle Tom. For three generations his ancestors had been contented servitors in the Shelby family.
- Eliza: Tom - Mr. Shelby has sold my baby! And he's sold you, too.
- Aunt Chloe: My God!
- Eliza: Tom, you must go with me!
- Uncle Tom: My duty is here, chile - go, and God bless you.
- George Harris: [to Mr. Shelby] My man, George, has run away - the dogs have tracked him here!
- Mr. Haley: I'll bet he's run away with Eliza and her boy!
- George Harris: My bloodhounds are outside, Haley - come on!
- Title Card: Uncle Tom, caught in the black and hopeless stream of human souls - destined down the river.
- Augustine St. Claire: Land o' Goshen, Eva! What are you up to now?
- Eva: I always take goodies to the negroes - downstairs.
- Title Card: Chained to their string of human freight, Eliza and Harry await shipment - down the river.
- Lemuel Proctor: I'll give you three hundred dollars for the boy. Four hundred - and not a cent more.
- Lemuel Proctor: I take my slaves off at the next landing. Get the boy ready.
- Title Card: Little Eva's spirit touched the life of Uncle Tom, like a sunbeam in a darkened room.
- Augustine St. Claire: TOPSY!
- Topsy: Yes, Miss Feely...
- Augustine St. Claire: Topsy, where are you?
- Topsy: Heah I is, Miss Feely.
- Augustine St. Claire: What are you doing?
- Topsy: I is pickin' flowers.
- Augustine St. Claire: Don't you know you mustn't pick them?
- Topsy: But I's pickin' dam for Missy Eva.
- Topsy: Golly! How did dat ribbon get up mah sleeve?
- Augustine St. Claire: Topsy, don't you know it's wicked to steal?
- Topsy: I nebber seen dat ribbon till dis blessed minute!
- Topsy: Miss Feely - maybe I *did* take dem *gloves* - but I nebber did see dat ribbon befo'!
- Augustine St. Claire: What *am* I going to do with you?
- Topsy: 'Specs you'd better whip me...
- Topsy: [after covering her face in powder] Please, Miss Feely, I jes' wanted to make myself white - so I could be good like Missy Eva.
- Title Card: Cassy - for twenty years enslaved to Legree - her life saddened by memories of the baby that had been torn from her breast, long ago.
- Simon Legree: Whip her!
- Uncle Tom: No, Massa - I can't do it, nohow.
- Simon Legree: Didn't I pay twelve hundred dollars for you - ain't you mine, body and soul?
- Uncle Tom: No, Massa! My body may belong to you, but my soul belongs to God.
- Simon Legree: [to Sambo and Quimbo] Give him the worst floggin' he ever had!
- Uncle Tom: You am a ministerin' angel, Missy...
- Cassy: Don't call me Missy - I'm a slave, too - he owns me body and soul.
- Uncle Tom: Oh, Missy - don't be so bitter.
- Cassy: Bitter? They kept me ignorant of my heritage of blood, while I learned to be a lady - a white lady. Then they sold my baby to a man named Shelby, and they sold me - down the river. And all these weary years, that baby's voice has been calling, Mama - Mama!
- Cassy: Lord God Almighty, child - I'm your mother! They tore you from my arms to sell you *up* the river - and me - to hell!
- Sambo: Dis nigger's been makin' trubble 'mong de hands - preachin' an' a-prayin'!
- Simon Legree: I'll do all the prayin' around here!