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Dr. Edmond Chilton: (finding Pollyanna hidden behind a plant) Hello. Is this the town meeting?
Pollyanna Whittier: Oh, no. It's in there. In the conservatory, for heaven's sake.
Dr. Edmond Chilton: Oh. Are you one of the Ladies Aide?
Pollyanna Whittier: Oh, no. I'm just a child. I'm not even supposed to *be* here! Sh!
Dr. Edmond Chilton: What's your name?
Pollyanna Whittier: Pollyanna Whittier. That's my aunt over there, the pretty one. This is her house, and I live with her.
Dr. Edmond Chilton: Sh!
Pollyanna Whittier: Sh!


Mrs. Amelia Tarbell: You go get the luggage. Be careful with the fresh eggs. They're wrapped in paper.
Ben Tarbell: Yes, dear.
Mrs. Amelia Tarbell: Oh, and Ben?
Ben Tarbell: Yes, dear?
Mrs. Amelia Tarbell: I want you to write a letter to the president of this railway. There were men smoking in the parlor car. Disgraceful! I've taken his number.
Ben Tarbell: Yes, dear.


Angelica: If you ask me, Reverend Ford should've taken sides with Mayor Warren. He had the chance, and what did he do? Said he never takes sides in these matters.
Mrs. Tillie Lagerlof: Oh, stop sticking your nose into their business and get this sherbert out there!
Angelica: We're out of spoons.
Mrs. Tillie Lagerlof: Well, wash some up! Don't stand there belly-achin' to me about it!
Angelica: You're in a fine mood, aren't you?
Nancy Furman: Pollyanna, I thought you could use this for your room.
Pollyanna Whittier: Oh, thank you, Nancy! Oh, it's gorgeous!
Nancy Furman: Well, thanks for not spilling the beans about you-know-who.
Pollyanna Whittier: About Cousin Fred, you mean?
Nancy Furman: Mm-hm. Isn't he handsome?
Pollyanna Whittier: I knew it all the time!
Nancy Furman: You did? How did you know?
Pollyanna Whittier: Oh, sure, it was easy. I saw you holding hands under the t...
Mrs. Tillie Lagerlof: If you two ladies have got nothing better to do than sit there gosippin' and snickerin'...
Nancy Furman: Oh, we're just talking, Tillie!
Mrs. Tillie Lagerlof: Well, talk on your own time. This sherbert is turning to mush.


Pollyanna Whittier: (after Jimmy Bean jumps out of the tree and scares her) Why don't you come out of the front door like normal people?
Jimmy Bean: They won't let us. I can come out anytime I want with my tree.
Pollyanna Whittier: You could also fall and hurt yourself badly. You shouldn't play in trees.
Jimmy Bean: That's stupid. Don't you believe in God?
Pollyanna Whittier: (offended) Of course I do! But what's that got to do with it?
Jimmy Bean: He grew it there, didn't He? So I can climb it anytime I want.
Pollyanna Whittier: You're much too young to go around discussing things you don't know anything about.
(coolly walks away)
Jimmy Bean: (chasing after her) He did too! Why else would it be there?
Pollyanna Whittier: Shows you're very juvenile.
Jimmy Bean: You aren't so much, you girl! 'Sides, I'm something you can't be. I'm an orphan.
Pollyanna Whittier: (exaggerated patience) Go away from me, please, little boy.
Jimmy Bean: (mimicking her) Go away from please, little boy!
Pollyanna Whittier: (finally losing her cool) What is it you want?
Jimmy Bean: (suddenly all smiles) I wanna go fishin'! You wanna come along?


Pollyanna Whittier: (exploring her Aunt Polly's house) Who lives in all these?
Angelica: There's no one lives in them. They're just *there*.
Pollyanna Whittier: What for?
Angelica: That's what being wealthy is. You sure are a question-asker, aren't you?


Pollyanna Whittier: (petting her aunt's dog) Hello! What's his name, please?
Nancy Furman: *His* name happens to be Elizabeth!
Pollyanna Whittier: Oh, you're a girl! You're lovely.
Nancy Furman: Leave her alone and come along.
Pollyanna Whittier: How - how do I address you, please?
Nancy Furman: Just call me Nancy, same as everyone else.


Mrs. Paul Ford: (finding Reverend Ford, head bowed, on his knees in prayer) Paul? Are you alright?
Reverend Ford: Nobody owns a church, no one.


Mr. Thomas: Brimstone and Damnation on top of ham and eggs.


Nancy Furman: Oh, Pollyanna, will you please get into the car? We've simply got to get home!
George Dodds: In a rush?
(George grabs Nancy and kisses her. Nancy pushes him away)
Nancy Furman: Oh! George, stop it! Oh, Pollyanna, you don't know my cousin Fred, do you?
George Dodds: Your cousin Fred?
Nancy Furman: This is Miss Harrington's niece.
Nancy Furman: (pointedly) The one who's come to live with her!
George Dodds: (realizing) Oh! Oh, that one! Well, hello, Pollyanna, how are you?
Pollyanna Whittier: Fine, thank you.
George Dodds: Well, how 'bout this? Running into you after... what's it been, six years? Say, how's your ma and pa?
Nancy Furman: Why, they're just fine.
George Dodds: You know, Pollyanna, I don't take too much to relatives, but this girl was always just like a sister to me. I tell you, I love, love this cousin.
(He kisses Nancy again)
Nancy Furman: Will you cut it out?


Reverend Ford: We looked for the good in them, and we found it, didn't we?


George Dodds: How'd you like to go down the street and get a great big dish of ice cream, my treat? Oh, no, that's a rotten idea. She probably hates the stuff.
Nancy Furman: Probably.
Pollyanna Whittier: Who, me? Oh, no, I love it!
George Dodds: No kidding? How'd you ever develop a taste for that awful stuff?
Pollyanna Whittier: Oh, no, really! I really do love it!
George Dodds: I know the perfect place. Come on, girls, follow old Cousin Fred to the land of strawberry frappe. Unless you'd rather go down the street and have a beer?
Pollyanna Whittier: You're funny.


Reverend Ford: (reading Pollyanna's locket) When you look for the bad in mankind, expecting to find it, you surely will. - Abraham Lincoln.
Pollyanna Whittier: He was President.
Reverend Ford: Yes, I know... but I've never heard *that* before.


Aunt Polly Harrington: I'm your Aunt Polly.
Pollyanna Whittier: How do you do?
Aunt Polly Harrington: This is the pastor of our church, Reverend Ford.
Reverend Ford: How do you do? I can see there's a family resemblance.
Aunt Polly Harrington: She looks very much like her mother.
Pollyanna Whittier: Mother always used to say I looked like you!
Aunt Polly Harrington: Would you be good enough to stand erect and in a proper manner, please? And where in the world did you get that dress?
Pollyanna Whittier: It came in the missionary barrels.
Reverend Ford: Missionary barrels?
Aunt Polly Harrington: Yes, her father was a minister. As a matter of fact, he was a missionary in the British West Indies.


Nancy Furman: Miss Pollyanna?
Pollyanna Whittier: Yes? Aunt Polly?
Nancy Furman: No, I'm Nancy. I work for your aunt and I came here to fetch you.
Pollyanna Whittier: Oh. How do you do?
Nancy Furman: This is Thomas, the gardener.
Pollyanna Whittier: How do you do?
Mr. Thomas: Hello, young lady.
Nancy Furman: Oh, Thomas will take your luggage for you. Put it in the back seat. Oh, good afternoon, Mrs. Tarbell.
Mrs. Amelia Tarbell: Is that Jenny Harrington's child?
Nancy Furman: Yes, it is.
Mrs. Amelia Tarbell: Doesn't look a thing like any of the Harringtons. What's your name, girl?
(Pollyanna says nothing)
Nancy Furman: Speak up!
Pollyanna Whittier: Pollyanna Whittier, mam.
Mrs. Amelia Tarbell: You're a very fortunate little girl. Most children who have lost their parents would be sent to an orphange.
(Pollyanna looks away)
Mrs. Amelia Tarbell: You know that, don't you?
Pollyanna Whittier: Yes, mam.
Mrs. Amelia Tarbell: Thank your lucky stars for a good woman such as your aunt taking you in.


Aunt Polly Harrington: Now, about the sermon, Reverend.
Reverend Ford: Yes. The transity of life. That fleeting vapor. It appeareth, and it vanisheth. James, the New Testament. You want me to weave a theme of this into my ser...
Aunt Polly Harrington: Well, let me tell you what my father said to Reverend Moffat.
Reverend Ford: Yes, what did he say?
Aunt Polly Harrington: He said you only have the congregation for one short hour a week. And there are six long days of mischeif for them before you get them again.
Reverend Ford: Ah! I see your point. Strike hard on Sunday the excessiveness of God's wrath and hope they carry it with them a few days into the week!
Aunt Polly Harrington: Exactly what I mean.


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