Night of the Hunter

Rachel Cooper:
Get your state troopers out here. I got something trapped in my barn.

Rev. Harry Powell:
There are things you do hate, Lord. Perfume-smellin' things, lacy things, things with curly hair.

Rachel Cooper:
It's a hard world for little things.

Rachel Cooper:
A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit. Neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit. Wherefore by their fruits, ye shall know them.

Ben Harper:
I got tired of seein' children roamin' the woodlands without food, children roamin' the highways in this here Depression, children sleepin' in old abandoned car bodies in junk heaps. And I promised myself that I'd never see the day when my young-uns had want.

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:
I can hear you whisperin' children, so I know you're down there. I can feel myself gettin' awful mad. I'm out of patience children. I'm coming to find you now.

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.

Rachel Cooper:
You know, when you're little, you have more endurance than God is ever to grant you again. Children are humanity's strongest. They abide.

Willa Harper:
I feel clean now. My whole body's just a-quiverin' with cleanness.

Rev. Harry Powell:
Not that you mind the killings! There's plenty of killings in your book, Lord...

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!

Rev. Harry Powell:
Chiiilll... dren!

Rachel Cooper:
They abide, and they endure.

Rev. Harry Powell:
Lord, you sure knew what you were doing when you brung me to this very cell at this very time. A man with ten thousand dollars hid somewhere, and a widder in the makin'.