Frank S. Nugent

Frank Stanley Nugent (27 May 1908, New York City – 29 December 1965, Los Angeles) was an American journalist, film reviewer, script doctor, and screenwriter who wrote 21 film scripts, 11 for John Ford. He received a nomination for the Academy Award for Writing Adapted Screenplay for film The Quiet Man in 1953; the film also won him his first Writers Guild of America Award for 'Best Written American Comedy', an award he was to receive again in 1956 for Mister Roberts (1955).

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“Signal smokes, war drums, feathered bonnets against the western sky. New messiahs, young leaders are ready to hurl the finest light cavalry in the world against Fort Stark. In the Kiowa village, the beat of drums echoes in the pulsebeat of the young braves. Fighters under a common banner, old quarrels forgotten, Comanche rides with Arapaho, Apache with Cheyenne. All chant of war. War to drive the white man forever from the red man’s hunting ground.”
—Frank S. Nugent (1908–1965)

“Capt. Rev. Samuel Clayton: Well, the prodigal brother. When d’you get back? I ain’t seen you since the surrender. Come to think of it, I didn’t see you at the surrender.
Ethan Edwards: Don’t believe in surrender. I still got my saber, Reverend. Didn’t turn it into no plowshare, neither.”
—Frank S. Nugent (1908–1965)

“... in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquillity will return again.”
—Anne Frank (1929–1945)

“How did you get in the Navy? How did you get on our side? Ah, you ignorant, arrogant, ambitious—keeping sixty two men in prison cause you got a palm tree for the work they did. I don’t know which I hate worse, you or that malignant growth that stands outside your door. How did you ever get command of a ship? I realize in wartime they have to scrape the bottom of the barrel. But where’d they ever scrape you up?”
—Frank S. Nugent (1908–1965)