Inherit the Wind (1960)
Donna Anderson: Rachel Brown
Rachel Brown : [addressing the court about the Stebbeins boy] He went swimming in the river with the other boys, he got a cramp and drowned. At the funeral, my father said that Tommy's soul couldn't pass on to Heaven.
Bertram T. Cates : Tell them what your father really said, that Tommy's soul was damned and burning in hellfire! Religion is supposed to comfort people, not scare them to death!
Sarah Brady : Youth can be so pure. What do you know of good or evil? What do you understand of the sum of a man's life?
Rachel Brown : He betrayed me!
Sarah Brady : You betrayed yourself! You see my husband as a saint, and so he must be right in everything he says and does. And then you see him as a devil, and everything he says and does must be wrong. Well my husband's neither a saint nor a devil. He's just a human being, and he makes mistakes.
Rachel Brown : How can you defend him?
Sarah Brady : It's not he I'm defending! I'm defending the forty years I've lived with this man, and watched him carry the burdens of people like you! If he's been wrong, at least he stood for something! What do you stand for? Do you believe in Bertram Cates? I believe in my husband. What do you believe in?
Rachel Brown : Don't you see what's happening, Bert? They're using you as a weapon against your own people. What you think or believe isn't the point any more. You're helping something bad.
Henry Drummond : Go on now, young lady, it's not as simple as all that, good or bad, black or white, day or night. Do you know that at the top of the world, the twilight is six months long?
Rachel Brown : Bert and I don't live on the top of the world, we live in Hillsboro. And when the sun goes down, it's dark. And why do you have to come here to make it different?
Henry Drummond : I didn't come here to make Hillsboro different. I came here to defend his right to be different. And that's the point. How 'bout it boy?
Rachel Brown : Don't you see? Bert didn't think it was fair that a little child couldn't go to Heaven.
Rev. Jeremiah Brown : [preaching] Oh, Lord of the tempest and the thunder, strike down this sinner, as thou did thine enemies of old in the days of the Pharaohs! Let him know the terror of thy sword! Let his soul, for all eternity, writhe in anguish and damnation!
Rachel Brown : No! No, Pa! Don't pray to destroy Bert!
Rev. Jeremiah Brown : Lord! We ask this same curse for those who ask grace for this sinner! Though they be blood of my blood and flesh of my FLESH!
Rachel Brown : [to Bertram T Cates] What are you trying to prove anyway?
Bertram T. Cates : Rach, I'm not trying to prove anything. All I want to do is teach my students that man just wasn't planted here like a geranium in a flowerpot. That life comes from a long miracle; it didn't just take seven days.
Rachel Brown : But it's against the law. A school teacher's a public servant. He should do what the law and the school board want him to.
E. K. Hornbeck : [Pounding his hand on the chair like a gavel] Has the accused have anything to say in his own defense? If not, I sentence you to life as a public servant. A silent butler in the service of your school board. Waste baskets for ideas on sale in the outer lobby.
Rachel Brown : I don't see anything funny in this Mr. Hornbeck.
E. K. Hornbeck : Objection sustained. Neither do I.
Rachel Brown : Then why don't you just leave us alone? You newspaper people have stirred up enough trouble for Bert. What do you want anyway?
E. K. Hornbeck : I came to tell Boy Socrates here that the Baltimore Herald is opposed to Hemlock and will provide a lawyer.
Bertram T. Cates : Who?
E. K. Hornbeck : Who? I don't know yet but what's the difference? A new lawyer with old tricks, an old lawyer with new tricks. Wake up Copernicus! The law is still on the side of the lawmakers and everything revolves around their terra firma.
Bertram T. Cates : Then why bother, you and your newspaper?
E. K. Hornbeck : [smiling] Because I know that the sunrise is an optical illusion. My teacher told me so.
Rachel Brown : I was always more afraid of you than of falling!