Rachel Cooper: It's a hard world for little things.
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Rachel Cooper: It's a hard world for little things.
Rachel Cooper: I'm a strong tree with branches for many birds. I'm good for something in this world, and I know it too.
Leaning... leaning... safe and secure from all alarms. Leaning... leaning... leaning on the everlasting arms.
Rachel Cooper: Child... You were looking for love, Ruby, in the only foolish way you knew how.
Rev. Harry Powell: There are things you do hate, Lord. Perfume-smellin' things, lacy things, things with curly hair.
Willa Harper: I feel clean now. My whole body's just a-quiverin' with cleanness.
Rachel Cooper: Get your state troopers out here. I got something trapped in my barn.
Rev. Harry Powell: Not that you mind the killings! There's plenty of killings in your book, Lord...
Rev. Harry Powell: No, no! Don't you touch that, little lamb. Don't touch my knife, that makes me mad. That makes me very, very mad.
Rev. Harry Powell: Open that door, you spawn of the devil's own strumpet!
Rachel Cooper: She'll be losing her mind to a tricky mouth and a full moon, and like as not, I'll be saddled with the consequences.
Rachel Cooper: Lord save little children. The wind blows, and the rains are cold. Yet they abide.
Icey Spoon: A husband's one piece of store goods you never know 'til you get it home and take the paper off.
Birdie Steptoe: Man of my age needs a little snort in the morning, heat the boilers.
Rev. Harry Powell: Salvation is a last-minute business, boy.
Rev. Harry Powell: She'll not be back. I reckon I'm safe in promising you that.
Rev. Harry Powell: There's too many of them. I can't kill the world.
Willa Harper: The boy's as stubborn and as mulish as a sheep.
Rachel Cooper: It's a hard world for little things.
Rachel Cooper: I'm a strong tree with branches for many birds. I'm good for something in this world, and I know it too.
Rev. Harry Powell: Leaning... leaning... safe and secure from all alarms. Leaning... leaning... leaning on the everlasting arms.
Rachel Cooper: Child... You were looking for love, Ruby, in the only foolish way you knew how.
Rev. Harry Powell: There are things you do hate, Lord. Perfume-smellin' things, lacy things, things with curly hair.
Rachel Cooper: Get your state troopers out here. I got something trapped in my barn.
Willa Harper: I feel clean now. My whole body's just a-quiverin' with cleanness.
Rev. Harry Powell: Open that door, you spawn of the devil's own strumpet!
Rachel Cooper: She'll be losing her mind to a tricky mouth and a full moon, and like as not, I'll be saddled with the consequences.
Rachel Cooper: Lord save little children. The wind blows, and the rains are cold. Yet they abide.
Rev. Harry Powell: No, no! Don't you touch that, little lamb. Don't touch my knife, that makes me mad. That makes me very, very mad.
Rev. Harry Powell: Not that you mind the killings! There's plenty of killings in your book, Lord...
Icey Spoon: A husband's one piece of store goods you never know 'til you get it home and take the paper off.
Birdie Steptoe: Man of my age needs a little snort in the morning, heat the boilers.
Rev. Harry Powell: She'll not be back. I reckon I'm safe in promising you that.
Rev. Harry Powell: There's too many of them. I can't kill the world.
Willa Harper: The boy's as stubborn and as mulish as a sheep.
Rev. Harry Powell: Salvation is a last-minute business, boy.
Rev. Harry Powell: ...you devils, you whores of Babylon!
Rachel Cooper: John, ain't you going to say hello to your pa? John Harper: He's not my pa! Rachel Cooper: No, and he ain't no preacher, neither!
Willa Harper: Harry? Rev. Harry Powell: I was praying. Willa Harper: I'm sorry. I didn't know. I thought... Rev. Harry Powell: You thought, Willa, that the moment you walked in that door, I'd start to paw at you in that abominable way that men are supposed to do on their wedding night. Ain't that right, now? Willa Harper: No, no, no. Rev. Harry Powell: I think it's time we made one thing perfectly clear, Willa. Marriage to me represents the blending of two spirits in the sight of Heaven. Get up, Willa. Willa Harper: Harry, what...? Rev. Harry Powell: Get up. Now go look at yourself yonder in that mirror. Do as I say. Look at yourself. What do you see, girl? You see the body of a woman, the temple of creation and motherhood. You see the flesh of Eve that man since Adam has profaned. That body was meant for begettin' children. It was not meant for the lust of men! Do you want more children, Willa? Willa Harper: I... no. Rev. Harry Powell: It's the business of this marriage to mind the two you have now. Not to beget more. Alright, you can get in bed now. Stop shivering. Willa Harper: Help me to be clean, so I can be what Harry wants me to be.
Ben Harper: What religion do you profess, preacher? Rev. Harry Powell: The religion the Almighty and me worked out betwixt us.
Rev. Harry Powell: Now just tell me. Where's the money hid? Pearl Harper: But I swore I promised John I wouldn't tell. Rev. Harry Powell: John doesn't matter! Can't I get that through your head, you poor, silly, disgusting little wretch.
Rachel Cooper: Where's your Mrs? Rev. Harry Powell: Uh, she run off with a drummer... durin' prayer meetin'.
