Anne of Avonlea (1987– )
Gilbert Blythe: It'll be three years before I finish medical school. Even then there won't be any diamond sunbursts or marble halls.
Anne Shirley: I don't want diamond sunbursts, or marble halls. I just want you.
Anne Shirley: I went looking for my dreams outside of myself and discovered, it's not what the world holds for you, it's what you bring to it.
[Anne is deeply depressed, and Marilla tries to cheer her up by offering her some homemade plum puffs]
Anne Shirley: Plum puffs won't minister to a mind diseased in a world that's crumbled into pieces.
Marilla Cuthbert: Well I'm glad to see that your dented spirits haven't injured your tongue.
Marilla Cuthbert: You set your heart too much on frivolous things and then crash down into despair when you don't get them.
Anne Shirley: I know. I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud.
Marilla Cuthbert: Well, maybe it does. But I'd rather walk calmly along and do without flying AND thud.
Gilbert Blythe: "Wilt thou give up thy garter, oh fairest of the fair"? Anne, nobody speaks that way. And look at that sap Percival who sits around mooning the entire time. He never lets a girl get a word in edgewise. In real life she'd have pitched him.
Anne Shirley: Our friendship, it won't ever be the same now. Why can't he just be sensible instead of acting like a sentimental schoolboy?
Marilla Cuthbert: Because he loves you.
Anne Shirley: He loves me? I can't know why.
Marilla Cuthbert: Because you made Josie Pye and Ruby Gillis and all of those wishy-washy young ladies who waltzed by him look like spineless nothings.
Anne Shirley: Marilla, he's hardly my idea of a romantic suitor.
Marilla Cuthbert: Anne, you have tricked something out of that imagination of yours that you call romance. Have you forgotten how he gave up the Avonlea school for you so that you could stay here with me? He picked you up everyday in his carriage so that you could study your courses together. Don't toss it away for some ridiculous ideal that doesn't exist. Hmm? Now, you come downstairs and see if a good cup of tea and some of those plum puffs I made today don't hearten you.
Anne Shirley: You just think that you love me.
Gilbert Blythe: Anne, I've loved you as long as I can remember. I need you.
Anne Shirley: I feel as though someone's handed me the moon... and I don't exactly know what to do with it.
Gilbert Blythe: What are you thinking?
Anne Shirley: I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish... like a broken silence.
[Rachel and Marilla discuss Anne]
Rachel Lynde: It's to your credit you changed her as much as you did.
Marilla Cuthbert: Ooo, she hasn't changed that much... not really. It's US that's changed, Rachel.
Gilbert Blythe: Anne, There's not going to be any wedding anymore.
Anne Shirley: You're gonna get well, Gil. I know you are.
Gilbert Blythe: I called it off. It wouldn't be fair to Christine. There would never be anyone for me but you.
Anne Shirley: I promise I'll always be here if you need me. Good friend are always together in spirit. Let's not change Gil, let's just go on being good friends.
Gilbert Blythe: Friends, huh? I thought we were kindred spirits.
Gilbert Blythe: Please say yes.
Anne Shirley: I can't. Gil, I'm so desperately sorry.
[runs off while a heartbroken Gil looks after her]
Marilla Cuthbert: [about Rachel Lynde's husband Thomas] It's a wonder he got sick at all without asking her permission.
[Anne has just invited Miss Brooke to Green Gables for the summer]
Katherine Brooke: Now you can go through the motions of telling me how delighted you are and how I'll have a wonderful time.
Anne Shirley: I AM delighted... but as to a wonderful time... that will depend entirely on YOU, Katherine.
Anne Shirley: Why do people have to grow up and marry, change?
Gilbert Blythe: Oh, you'd change. If someone ever admitted that they were head over heels for you, you'd be swept off your feet in a moment.
Anne Shirley: I would not, and I defy anyone who would try and make me change.
Gilbert Blythe: Oh, you do?
Anne Shirley: I don't want any of it to change. I wish I could just hold on to those days forever. I have a feeling things will never be the same again, will they?
Gilbert Blythe: I won't change, that's the least I can promise you.
Gilbert Blythe: Maybe you don't think I'm good enough for you now, but I will be someday.
Anne Shirley: No, Gil you're a great deal too good for me. But you want someone who'll adore you. Someone who'll be happy just to hang on your arm and build a home for you. I wouldn't.
Gilbert Blythe: Anne, that's not what I'm looking for at all.
Anne Shirley: We'll end up like two old crows fighting all the time. I know I'd be unhappy and I'd wish we'd never done it.
Gilbert Blythe: Don't get up on your high horse with me, Anne Shirley!
Marilla Cuthbert: Anne Shirley, I wouldn't trade you for a dozen boys.
Anne Shirley: Good morning, Mrs. Harris.
Mrs. Harris: Walking as if we owned the world, are we?
Anne Shirley: So I do.
Anne Shirley: If Gil were to... not knowing how I really care.
Marilla Cuthbert: Oh, there, there.
Anne Shirley: What would I do without him?
Marilla Cuthbert: We can't change what God wills.
Gilbert Blythe: Maybe if you just let your character speak everyday English, instead of all that highfaluting mumbo jumbo.
Anne Shirley: Fortunately for you, Josie, the only thing you've ever had to wear twice is a sour expression.
Katherine Brooke: This is the first place I've ever been to that feels like a real home.
Anne Shirley: There's a book of revelations in everyone's life.
Anne Shirley: This has taught me a lesson not to stake my word of honor on cows.
Gilbert Blythe: All pioneers are considered to be afflicted with moonstruck madness.
Anne Shirley: Fred is... extremely good.
Marilla Cuthbert: That is exactly what he should be! Would you want to marry a wicked man?
Anne Shirley: Well, I wouldn't marry anyone who was really wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.
Marilla Cuthbert: You'll have better sense some day, I hope.
Diana Barry: [before the start of her wedding] Oh, I'm so nervous. I know I'm going to faint, Aunt Jo.
Aunt Josephine Barry: Well, if you do, I'll drag you down to the rainwater hog shed and drop you in.
Mrs. Harris: [Anne is taking Mrs. Harris out for a picnic] I don't eat my lunch outside! I'm not a raggle taggle gypsy! Take me in! Take me in!
Anne Shirley: Hush, Mrs. Harris! Some of these girls are Pringles.
Mrs. Harris: Pringles?
Anne Shirley: Yes, and you don't want them running home and telling tales.
Mrs. Harris: You'll pay for this.
Gilbert Blythe: Well, the elegant and illustrious Miss Shirley. Relaxed while seeking out ideas for her next Rollings Reliable writing assignment, I presume.
Gilbert Blythe: [Gilbert has insulted Anne's writing] Listen, I'm sorry. What else can I do?
Anne Shirley: [she hits him with her basket of flowers] Let me get a word in edgewise once in a while, before I pitch you!
Aunt Josephine Barry: You won't win that Blythe boy back by punishing him.
Anne Shirley: I wonder why everyone seems to think I ought to be with Gilbert Blythe.
Marilla Cuthbert: [Anne never told Marilla about the book she published] Oh, you're a great one for secrets.
Anne Shirley: [to Gilbert] Last one to the bridge is a stuffed goose!
Diana Barry: Myra Gillis had 37 doilies when she got married, and I'm determined to have AT LEAST as many as she had.
Anne Shirley: I suppose it would be impossible to keep house with only 36 doilies. But I assure you, Mr. Wright, Diana will be the sweetest little homemaker in the world... so long as you can afford to let her keep up with the Gillises.
Mrs. Harris: Oh. Remember your manners. And don't forget to cross your ankles decently when you sit down. And don't sit in a draft, either. And don't slide down the banisters.
Pauline Harris: Mama!
Mrs. Harris: Well, you did at Nancy Pringle's wedding.
Pauline Harris: Mama, that was 25 years ago! What do you think I am ?
Anne Shirley: Babies are never common. Each one is a miracle.
Mrs. Harris: Well I had two of them. I didn't see much that was miraculous about either of THEM.
Morgan Harris: I've always held that early marriage is a sure indication of second-rate goods that had to be sold in a hurry.
Pauline Harris: Mama hates Isaac as much as she did 15 years ago when she set the bull terrier on him for coming around to see me.
Anne Shirley: I am sorry, but the fence that separates your potato field from our pasture is an eyesore. And if you'd kept it in better repair, Dolly wouldn't have broken in.
Rachel Lynde: A jail fence wouldn't keep that devil out. And what's more, my Thomas has been far too ill the past six months to repair any fences. And I know one thing, you red-headed snippet! You'd be better employed fixing that fence yourself rather than mooning around, wasting your time, writing for some rubbishy magazine.
Anne Shirley: I would rather spend my time profitably than squander it in idle gossip, meddling in other people's affairs. I won't cherish any hard feelings against you because of your narrow-minded opinions. But, thank goodness I have an imagination which allows me to understand how it must be to find a cow amongst prize-winning cabbages. Dolly shall never break into your field again. I give you my word of honor on that point.
Katherine Brooke: [to Anne] Authors are such kittle kattle. I wouldn't trust your description of any of us.
Rachel Lynde: Patience has ceased to be a virtue, I want this rumpus stopped right now!
Anne Shirley: [holding the package Marilla has just handed her] My book! It's the book I published.
Marilla Cuthbert: Well, don't sit there shaking like a leaf open it.
Anne Shirley: [to the cow] Don't even think about Rachel's cabbages.
Anne Shirley: [Gilbert has hit her with his riding crop] I am not your horse, Mr. Blythe!
Anne Shirley: [making fun of the woman who will be singing at Diana's wedding] Can you just see the buttons popping off her corset!
Katherine Brooke: What is to be the pill in all this jam, Miss Shirley?
Mrs. Harris: Yes, he was the handsomest man in Kingsport. And he adored me. We consulted each other about absolutely everything. Mind you, we didn't always agree. No. He had his fits of temper. Oh, yes. And so did I.
Mrs. Harris: Do you know what he did when I bought a daycap he didn't like?
Anne Shirley: I can't imagine.
Mrs. Harris: He ate it. It gave him a terrible stomach pain. Yes, serves him right. He was so irked that I had neglected to consult him.
Mrs. Harris: How could he go away and leave me alone and crippled like this? Dying was the only thing that he ever dared to do without consulting me. Won't be long before we're together again. There's no one - no man like him. No. This is a degenerate age, Miss Shirley.
Rachel Lynde: [about Anne not being married at her age] It's the overparticular ones that get left behind.
Marilla Cuthbert: And it's the over-opinionated ones that end up unhappy and meaner than second skimmings.
Anne Shirley: [meeting Mrs. Harris for the 1st time] How do you do, Mrs. Harris?
Mrs. Harris: Far from well.
Anne Shirley: [to Emmeline] It's high time someone reminded her what a piano sounds like.
[plays a wrong chord]
Anne Shirley: It shouldn't be me.
Mrs. Harris: [to Pauline] And if I'm not here when you come back just lay me out in my wedding dress and mind my hair is crimped.
Mrs. Harris: What's the meaning of this outrage? I've had enough of your monkey shine!
Anne Shirley: [to Katherine Brooke] You say you like people to be frank, we'll I'm going to be frank. It's your own fault that nobody likes you. Katherine Brooke, you are nothing but prickles and stings!
Morgan Harris: Would you do me the honor, Miss Shirley, of reserving a waltz on your card?
Anne Shirley: Of course, Mr. Harris... if I have a waltz free.
Jen Pringle: [calling Emmaline Harris "telescope eyes"] Oh, "telescope eyes" wouldn't know a Pringle if she were face to face with one.
Katherine Brooke: [breaking up a fight] Have you girls no propriety? This is not a Turkish bazaar!
Anne Shirley: [to Gilbert] Good grief, you sure know how to try one's patience.
Anne Shirley: [to Gilbert about her book being published] It hasn't happened yet, you fool, and don't you dare tell anyone!
Anne Shirley: [about Diana becoming engaged] Of all the stupid, sentimental thinks for Diana to do.
Diana Barry: You always have to be the center of attention whenever Gilbert Blythe is in anyone's company!
Anne Shirley: [seeing the banner congratulating her on her story] Great Jehosophat!
Anne Shirley: [crying on her bed] Oh, Marilla, such a Jonah day.