Notorious gunman Quirt Evans is wounded and on the run. He arrives at a Quaker farm owned by Thomas Worth and his family where he collapses from exhaustion. Evans asks Thomas and his daughter Penelope to drive him into town in their wagon in order to send an urgent telegram. The telegram contains a land claim and is sent to the land recorder’s office. The Quaker family is ignoring the town doctor’s advice to rid themselves of the gunfighter and they compassionately tend to the delirious Evans
Starred by John Wayne, Gail Russell, Harry Carey |
Angel and the Badman (1947) best quotes and movie lines
Quirt Evans: I thought you weren’t allowed to work on Sunday.
Penelope Worth: Oh, Quirt, there’s nothing we’re not allowed to do. It’s just that we don’t believe in doing what we know is wrong.
Quirt Evans: Well, that makes it pretty much each fella’s own guess.
Penelope Worth: But each fella knows inside.
Quirt Evans: Well, there’s a lot of gents I wouldn’t want to give that much leeway to.
Quirt Evans: Funny thing about pancakes: I lose my appetite for ’em after the first couple a dozen.
Mrs. Worth: Aw, they weren’t very good this morning… too heavy.
[Quirt got Frederick Carson to release some water, and they’ve come to the Worth farm]
Quirt Evans: [to Penny] Well, it looks like your prayers straightened everything out.
Penelope Worth: So you think your gun changed Frederick Carson, hmm?
Quirt Evans: Who says I pointed a gun?
Penelope Worth: I do.
Quirt Evans: Well, I didn’t.
Penelope Worth: Then he gave in more easily than I expected. Thee remembers this, Quirt: the Lord moves in a mysterious manner at times, using strange methods and odd instruments.
Quirt Evans: Me?
Penelope Worth: [nods “yes]
Quirt Evans: Well that would be odd.
Dr. Mangrum: But of course if you’re determined to watch over him, Penny, perhaps you’d better take a pencil and paper with you. His first conscious words should be recorded. They may be of great interest to history… or more possibly to the United States Marshal! Who knows what violence is involved with his battered frame and his bullet holes.
Bradley: So that’s Quirt Evans. He’s quite a man with the gals. He’s closed the eyes of many a man… and opened the eyes of many a woman.
Penelope Worth: Surely you can walk to the barn without that.
Quirt Evans: What?
Penelope Worth: The gun!
Quirt Evans: Oh, well, it balances me. One leg’s longer than the other. You know, the weight.
Penelope Worth: Thee are a liar.
Bradley: [the marshal picks up Quirt’s gun] Hey, Quirt might need that!
Territorial Marshal Wistful McClintock: No. Only a man that carries a gun ever needs one.
Bradley: What are you going to do with it?
Territorial Marshal Wistful McClintock: Hang it on a wall in my office – with a new rope.
Randy McCall: Ah, you know, Quirt, I hate to shoot people. Remember I shot a Wattie once up in Montana. I dreamed about it all the next night. And then, of course, there are always witnesses. And then you got to shoot the witnesses.
Quirt Evans: He swung a wide loop in his younger days, I think.
Penelope Worth: A wide loop?
Quirt Evans: He wasn’t too careful whose calf he threw his rope at.
Quirt Evans: [reads the plaque on the wall] “Each human being has an integrity that can be hurt only by the act of that same human being and not by the act of another human being.”
Quirt Evans: Is that Quaker stuff?
Penelope Worth: Uh huh.
Quirt Evans: You mean nobody can hurt you but yourself?
Penelope Worth: That’s a Friend’s belief.
Quirt Evans: Well, supposin’ someone whacks you over the head with a branding iron? Won’t that hurt?
Penelope Worth: Physically, of course. But in reality it would injure only the person doing the act of force of violence. Only the doer can be hurt by a mean or evil act.
Quirt Evans: Are there very many of you Quakers?
Penelope Worth: Very few.
Quirt Evans: I sort of figured that.
Hondo Jeffries: Hey, why don’t we just bust in?
Laredo Stevens: Because bustin’ through doors with Quirt Evans on the other side ain’t my idea of a healthy pastime.
[Dr. Mangrum and Mrs. Worth are discussing the recuperating Quirt Evans]
Dr. Mangrum: Once, when I was studying medicine in Europe, I had a friend – an artist. He drew portraits of people and made them resemble the animals they reminded him of. He’d have drawn this man as a coiled cobra.
Mrs. Worth: Ho ho ho, Doctor, you’re analogy is terribly imperfect and your naturalism faulty. Cobras don’t coil.