The Secret Garden (1949)
Martha: My brother Dickon will be coming up to see thee.
Mary Lennox: Your brother?
Martha: Aye, thou'll like Dickon. What a one he is for growing things and the animals. Half lives on it, he does, almost like an animal himself.
Dickon: I've watched thee go about the garden. There's no way in.
Mary Lennox: In where?
Dickon: The secret garden. He locked the gate long years ago.
Mary Lennox: Who locked the gate?
Dickon: The master. Lord Craven, thy uncle.
Mary Lennox: What do you know about it?
Dickon: I know what's said. He locked the gate and buried the key, and nary's a soul been in there since.
Mary Lennox: I don't believe you. Do you know why I don't believe you? Because there isn't any gate. I've looked.
Dickon: Eh, so've I.
Mary Lennox: What were you doing watching me?
Dickon: I came to play with thee. My mother thought thou might be lonely.
Mary Lennox: Well, I'm not, and I don't play with any servant's brother. I never heard of anything so ridiculous. Thou can just go home.
Mary Lennox: I mean, you can just go home.
Mary Lennox: What's that?
Dickon: A fox cub. His name's Captain.
Mary Lennox: Dickon, are you still angry with me?
Dickon: When was I ever angry with thee?
Mary Lennox: Oh, good. Dickon, I've got so many secrets I'm just dying.
Dickon: Thou seems most healthy.
Mary Lennox: Dickon, I need you. All you have to do is listen. What good is a secret if there's no one to tell it to?
Dickon: Thou's not such a bad-looking lass, at that.
Dickon: Why, thou's blushing like a beet.
Colin Craven: You don't even care how I won't live to grow up.
Mary Lennox: Stop it. You'll live as long as I will. You just say that to make people feel sorry for you and do what you say.
Colin Craven: Don't you dare say that! Don't you dare say how I won't die!
Mary Lennox: Why, you're proud of it. It makes you feel important.
Dickon: And Ben said he loved her, and I said, what of that? Is loving someone a reason to kill? And Ben said, how old are thee?
Colin Craven: My father must've loved my mother very much.
Mary Lennox: I suppose we're not old enough. There must be an awful lot we don't know. I don't want to grow up.
Mary Lennox: Wait a minute. Aren't you going to dress me?
Mary Lennox: Well, in India, it's the custom.
Martha: Thou cannot dress thyself?
Mary Lennox: Of course I can. It's just -
Mary Lennox: Martha, I heard someone crying last night, as I was going to bed. I'm sure I heard someone crying.
Martha: Aye, it was the scullery maid. It was last night. She had a toothache. What a fearful row!
Mary Lennox: Mrs. Medlock said it was the wind.
Martha: Oh, she did?