Angel and the Badman

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.

Dr. Mangrum:
But of course if you're determined to watch over him, Penny, 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 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 men... and opened the eyes of many women.

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 is longer than the other. You know, the weight.

Territorial Marshal Wistful McClintock:
You know, Quirt, I always figured on using a new rope when I hanged you... because I kind of respected ya. You never took the best of things and all your men went down looking at ya.

Territorial Marshal Wistful McClintock:
When are you and Laredo Stevens going to get around to killing each other?

Quirt Evans:
Laredo? Well, we water our horses at the same trough.

Territorial Marshal Wistful McClintock:
Well, I'm sure looking forward to hanging the survivor.

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's 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:
Is that Quaker stuff?

Penelope Worth:
Uh huh.

Quirt Evans:
You mean that nobody can hurt you but yourself?

Penelope Worth:
That's a Friend's belief.

Quirt Evans:
Well, suppose 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 or 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 bust in?

Laredo Stevens:
Because bustin' through doors with Quirt Evans on the other side isn't my idea of a healthy pastime.

Dr. Mangrum:
If I felt cynical, this would be a good opportunity to observe that we're about to see a perfect example of an eye for an eye. Unfortunately, I can't quote chapter and verse.