The Little Colonel (1935)
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Mom Beck?
Becky Porter: What, honey?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: What's a poorhouse?
Becky Porter: Oh, that's the place where they send people who got no money.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Is it nice?
Becky Porter: No, honey. It's a terrible place. The people there wear rags, and all they get to eat is corn dodgers out of tin pans.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Then I don't want my mother to have to go there.
Becky Porter: Oh, why, honey child, your mother won't never have to go to no poorhouse. We wouldn't let that happen, would we, Brother Walker?
Walker: I should say not.
Becky Porter: Now don't you worry your pretty little head about things like that. The Lord always provides.
Walker: Miss Lloyd, where you going?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: I'm going home to Mother. She loves me, even if my clothes are old and ugly.
Walker: Why, Miss Lloyd, the colonel loves you, too. It's just because his rheumatism's botherin' him that he's so cranky. My, my, you should hear the things he says. They'd make your hair curl.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Would they really make my hair curl?
Walker: Sure would, Miss Lloyd. Look what they did to mine. Come on, now.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: I don't want to go up there.
Walker: Why, everybody's got to go upstairs, Miss Lloyd, if they wants to go to bed.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: But I don't want to.
Walker: Look here, will you go if I shows you a new way how to go upstairs?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: How can there be a new way to go upstairs?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: [to a picture of her grandfather] You're a bad man to make my mama cry!
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Will you tell me a pink story?
Becky Porter: If you ain't the beatinest child I ever seen. When you want to hear a blue story, everything in it has got to be blue. And when you want to hear a green story, everything in it has got to be green.
Becky Porter: Now, I could tell you a *black* story 'bout my first husband...
Col. Lloyd: What under the sun's goin' on here? What are you doing?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Hello, Grandfather! We were just baptizing Henry Clay.
Col. Lloyd: Baptizing Henry Clay?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Yes, and he must be *awful* bad, because it took two dunks to save him!
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Grandfather, do you know any blue stories?
Col. Lloyd: [surprised] Blue stories? Well, I do... a few.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Tell me one.
Col. Lloyd: I don't know any that I can tell *you.*
Col. Lloyd: Confound you, Walker! Watch what you're doing!
Walker: I'm sorry, sir.
Col. Lloyd: If you'd broken that, I'd have broken your head.
Walker: Yes, sir.
Dr. Scott: Someday your temper is going to split you wide open.
Col. Lloyd: Well, I won't call for you to sew me up!
Col. Lloyd: What are you doing here?
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Wait, Jack, let me tell him! Father, this is the man I'm going to marry. I knew you would never give your consent, so that's why we were going to elope.
Jack Sherman: I wanted to come to you, sir, and ask your permission, but?
Col. Lloyd: Silence! Why did you assume that I would object to an honorable marriage?
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: I know how you feel about the South.
Col. Lloyd: I hate all Yankees.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: That's why we didn't come and tell you.
Col. Lloyd: Then you knew you were doing wrong! How can you marry a man who represents everything that a true Southerner should hate? A man who fought against your father, your brother, and all your kinfolk. For all you know, he may have fired the shot that killed your brother!
Jack Sherman: I was in the war, sir, and though I fought on the other side, the South has always had my admiration and respect. My mother was a Virginian. But might I remind you, sir, that the war has been over for some time.
Col. Lloyd: The war will never be over for me and mine, sir. I want to kill you. I don't know but what I will. Elizabeth, go to your room.
Col. Lloyd: Go to your room, I tell you!
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: I'm going with Jack!
Col. Lloyd: Elizabeth, when that door closes, it will never open for you again!
Col. Lloyd: Oh, stop chattering, Walker!
Walker: Yes, sir.
Col. Lloyd: I don't want to hear all this gossip.
Walker: No, sir. I was going to tell you about the cottage, sir, but I suspect you're not interested.
Col. Lloyd: The cottage?
Walker: Yes, sir. Someone's moved into it.
Col. Lloyd: Walker! Confound you, why don't you let me know when things are going on around here? Who's moving into the cottage?
Walker: I don't know, sir.
Col. Lloyd: It's been empty a long time now, ever since - well, maybe I'd better call on our new neighbors and see what kind of folks they are.
Walker: Yes, sir. Having some new neighbors won't make it so lonely 'round here.
Col. Lloyd: Who says it's lonely 'round here?
Walker: Not me, no sir!
Col. Lloyd: Anyway, I like it lonely!
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Mother, who was that?
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Your grandfather.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Why didn't he come in?
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: He didn't want to.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Did he make you cry?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Mom Beck, why doesn't my grandfather want to come in and see my mother?
Becky Porter: Well, he mighty mad at she, and I guess she mad at he.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Why?
Becky Porter: Your grandfather get mad when your mama marry your daddy.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: But he's her papa, isn't he?
Becky Porter: Sure 'nough.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Aren't papas supposed to love their little girls?
Becky Porter: Yes, honey, they should.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: It seems might funny to me.
Becky Porter: It's 'cause all the Lloyds are stubborn. The old colonel is, your mama is, and you is.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: I'm not stubborn! Don't you call me that!
Becky Porter: Don't you stomp your foot at me. That don't change it, that just proves it.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Don't you dare poke with that old stick!
Col. Lloyd: You'd better learn some respect for your elders.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: I won't respect anyone who pokes me with a stick!
Col. Lloyd: For a little girl, you've got a bad temper!
Miss Lloyd Sherman: That's your fault.
Col. Lloyd: What? Who are you?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: They call me the little colonel.
Col. Lloyd: What under the sun do they call you that for?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Because I'm so much like you.
Col. Lloyd: What? How are you like me?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Because I stop my foot when I get mad, and I get all red in the face! I holler back at people, too!
Col. Lloyd: Look at you! You're a pretty sight. What are you running around the country for, like poor white trash? I don't know who your mother is, but whoever she is, she ought to teach you some manners.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: [throwing mud on him] Don't you dare say anything bad about my mother!
Col. Lloyd: Whose child is that?
Becky Porter: How can I tell you, sir, when you don't want nobody to even say her name?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: I'm Lloyd Sherman, that's who I am!
Col. Lloyd: Lloyd Sherman!
Becky Porter: Come on now, child, your mama's mighty worried about you.
Col. Lloyd: I - I didn't know.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Oh, that's all right. Goodbye, Grandfather.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Now that I'm a colonel, can't I play with the boys anymore?
Col. Gray: Why, of course you can.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Well, you don't! Do colonels have to go to bed at 7:00?
Col. Gray: Why, no, sometimes colonels stay up as late as 8:00.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: I wish you'd tell my mother that.
Col. Gray: I will.
Jack Sherman: I want to thank you, Bob, for everything.
Col. Gray: It's been a great pleasure having you and your family with us, even for so short a time. Quite different from Philadelphia, isn't it?
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Yes, indeed. We lived there for six years, but I never got used to the dreadful noise of the horse cars.
Col. Gray: Jack told me that you'd sold your house there.
Jack Sherman: We sold everything, lock, stock, and barrel. Took Greely's advice to go west, and here we are to find our fortune. I'm depending on your help for that.
Swazey: Oh, there's plenty there for the finding, if we're lucky.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: I do wish we didn't have to go back home to Lloydsboro.
Jack Sherman: Now, dear, we've settled all that.
Col. Gray: This wild country is no place for women and children, and where Jack's going it's even rougher. Besides, Jack told me you have a lovely home waiting for you.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Oh, that sounds too grand. It's really just a cottage my mother left me.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Mom Beck, I'm expecting Aunt Sally Tyler for lunch. Will you have enough?
Becky Porter: I don't know if I can stretch one small chicken, but as long as the water's runnin', we'll have soup enough.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Well, do the best you can.
[Lloyd picks up a cookie]
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Honey, don't eat that now. You'll spoil your lunch.
[Lloyd puts down the cookie]
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Is Aunt Sally Tyler my aunt too?
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: She's your great-aunt, dear.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: My great-aunt? Oh, I remember, the big fat one.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: You must be very polite to her, dear. She's coming all the way from Louisville to see us.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: All right, Mother, I will.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: And I only had one shot left. And I aimed my gun, and bang! I killed those three Indians.
May Lily: Why, Miss Lloyd, did you really do that?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Of course not, that's just a story. And you don't have to call me Miss Lloyd. You can call me Colonel.
May Lily: Is you a colonel too?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Yes, I am, a real colonel!
May Lily: You can't be no colonel.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Why not?
May Lily: 'Cause you ain't got no whiskers.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: I don't need to have whiskers. I've got temper. That's all you need to be a colonel.
May Lily: I guess that's right, 'cause all the colonels I ever seen had tempers. I hope you're not a colonel like him over there. If you was, I'd be afeared to play with you!
May Lily: Why, Miss Lloyd, them's the colonel's flowers!
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Well, we're not afraid of the colonel.
May Lily: Who ain't afraid? Maybe you ain't, but I is.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Now listen, May Lily. You too, Henry Clay. I'm the colonel and you're my men, and in the army you have to obey orders. Forward march!
May Lily: I don't think I'm gonna like bein' the army.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Aw!
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Come on, May Lily, let's make mud pies! We can get a lot of nice round pebbles, and they can be raisins. We'll sprinkle dust over the top, and that can be sugar. We'll just make the finest mud pies you ever saw!
Aunt Sally Tyler: There are some things to be considered besides your pride, Elizabeth. There's the child herself, you know. You ought to think of her interests.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: I don't care. I don't want anything from him!
Aunt Sally Tyler: I know, dear, but just the same I say you ought to think of Lloyd. If I were you, I'd let her go over there as often as she pleases. And who knows? It might end in your all making up some day.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Never! Not after the terrible things he said about Jack!
Becky Porter: Looky here, honey, if you don't take your nap like a good little gir, Mom Beck won't bring you along to the baptizin'.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Will there be singing?
Becky Porter: Sure will, honey, and wailin' too.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Then I'll take my nap.
Becky Porter: That's a good little girl.
Walker: Looky here, how is Miss Elizabeth?
Becky Porter: Oh, her health is all right, but I think she worries 'bout Mister Jack. He better come home pretty soon.
Walker: What you mean, you ain't got no m -
[Becky shushes him and points to Lloyd]
Walker: Uh... M-O-N-I-E?
Becky Porter: Not only that, we's 'most outta F-U-D-E.
Walker: Well, looky here, couldn't the K-U-N-E-L give a little L-O-N-E?
Becky Porter: You know Miss Elizabeth wouldn't take nothin' from him. Why, before she'd do that, she'd go to the, uh... the... P-O-H-O-S.
[Walker stops walking and stares at her]
Becky Porter: Yeah, sure, ain't you got no education? The poorhouse!
Walker: Oh, no.
Becky Porter: Yes, indeed.
May Lily: If the old colonel ever finds out where we got these sheets, he'll baptize us good.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Didn't I tell you that my men don't have to be afraid of anything? Now, Henry Clay, are you ready? Have you got the right thoughts?
Henry Clay: Uh-huh.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Do you believe it'll wash your sins away?
Henry Clay: Uh-huh.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: All right, come one. One, two, three.
[Lloyd and May Lily dunk Henry Clay in the water]
May Lily: Hallelujah!
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Are you saved?
[Henry Clay shakes his head]
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Well, we'll have to do it again. One, two, three.
[Lloyd and May Lily dunk Henry Clay in the water again]
May Lily: Hallelujah!
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Are you saved?
Henry Clay: Uh-huh.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Grandfather?
Col. Lloyd: Well, what is it?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: I'm sorry I threw mud on you. And I'm sorry I lost my temper. And I'm sorry I took the sheets off your bed.
Col. Lloyd: What? You took my sheets?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: I had to have them.
Col. Lloyd: Maria, I've got a young lady here whose clothes need drying.
Maria: Yes, sir?
Col. Lloyd: Well, take her!
Maria: But Colonel sir, what can I put her in while her clothes is a-dryin'? I ain't got nothin' for a little girl to wear.
Col. Lloyd: Uh, Walker, go up into the attic, and you'll find a small trunk. There may be some clothes in there that will fit Miss Lloyd.
Walker: A small trunk in the attic, sir?
Col. Lloyd: Yes, you numbskull! Don't you understand English? Attend to it right away.
[the Colonel leaves]
Walker: Do you know whose trunk that is and whose clothes they is?
Maria: Course I do. You go on now and fetch them things. We don't want no menfolk 'round here.
Walker: With that face, you don't have to worry!
Maria: My, my, you is the spittin' image of your mother. You got the same goldy hair and pinky cheeks.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Did my mother have a temper, too?
Maria: Yes, indeed she did.
Walker: Looks like this old house ain't gonna be lonesome no more.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Play a game with me.
Col. Lloyd: What kind of a game?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Well, it couldn't be tag or prisoner's base, could it?
Col. Lloyd: No, no, it couldn't.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: It better be a sit-down game, then. Do you know how to play jacks?
Col. Lloyd: Jacks? Do you play that with cards?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: No, with a ball.
Col. Lloyd: Oh, then I don't know how to play it, no. Do you play cribbage?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Cribbage? Is that like hopscotch?
Col. Lloyd: For your years and weight, you're probably the stubbornest person in this county.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: You weigh a lot more than I do!
Col. Lloyd: You're going to come see me again, aren't you, even though your mother tells you not to?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Yes, Grandfather, and the next time we play, we won't quarrel.
Dr. Scott: He's still running a fever. He's going to need very careful nursing and plenty of it.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Mom Beck and I will take care of him.
Dr. Scott: Yes, but if I were you, I would send Lloyd away until he was well again.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: But where can I send her?
Dr. Scott: There's only one place, Elizabeth, and you mustn't be stubborn about it. He's all alone in that big house, you know, and he'd see that she was properly cared for.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Lloyd has never been away from me for one night in her whole life.
Dr. Scott: I know, but this house is no place for her now. Let me speak with him and I'll arrange it.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Mother, do I have to stay here very long?
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: No, dear, just until Papa Jack is well.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: You know, I'm gonna be awful lonesome without you.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: You're going to be brave, aren't you? You promised you would.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Yes, but when I promised, I didn't know I'd feel this way.
Aunt Sally Tyler: Can that be Lloyd that Becky is carrying?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Hello, Mother! How do you do, Aunt Sally Tyler?
Aunt Sally Tyler: How do you do, dear?
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Where have you been?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: I've been to see my grandfather, and I threw mud on him.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: You threw mud on him?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Yes, because he poked me with a stick. Then I got mad and he got mad, and we hollered at each other.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Oh baby, how could you disgrace Mother by going over there looking like a dirty little beggar?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: I didn't beg him for anything.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: You've been a very naughty girl, and you're going to be punished. Becky, take her inside. Give her a bath and put her to bed.
Becky Porter: Yes'm.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Oh, I'm terribly upset. I wouldn't for worlds have him think I encouraged her in going there.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Mom Beck, why do they dunk the women in the river that way?
Becky Porter: That's to save their souls and wash their sins away.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Will it wash my sins away?
Becky Porter: Well, honey, you ain't got no sins. You is a little angel.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Well, would it wash my sins away if I had any?
Becky Porter: Yes, honey. If you carried the right thought and believed it would.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Were you ever dunked, Mom Beck?
Walker: A little river like that wouldn't do her no good. Child, she needs the Mississippi!
Col. Lloyd: That was your grandmother, dear. And that was her song you just sang.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: I know. My mother teached it to me. Teached isn't right, is it?
Col. Lloyd: No, taught is correct.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Taught, then. What was my grandmother's name?
Col. Lloyd: Her name was Amanthis.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Amanthis? That's a beautiful name.
Col. Lloyd: She was a beautiful person. With a beautiful soul.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: I wish she was here now.
Col. Lloyd: You do, dear? Why?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: I know if she was here, she'd go right to my mother and kiss away all of her sorry feelings.
Col. Lloyd: Let's get back to this game. These men are yours. Now, I'll be the Confederacy, and you'll be the Union.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Oh, goody, goody, goody! I got the winning side already.
Col. Lloyd: Oh, no, you haven't! I'll show you!
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Maybe you'd like to be the North, and I'll be the South?
Col. Lloyd: Child, you're a true Lloyd. You've got all the fire and courage our family's always had. And you've got the same infernal temper that's been our curse. It's going to cause you a lot of unhappiness unless you learn to control it. Will you try?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: I will if you will.
Col. Lloyd: Well, you've got a lot more time to learn than I have.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Tell me, dear, what happened?
Jack Sherman: Swazey and Hull were thieves. The land they sold me was worthless. We're ruined. We haven't a penny.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Jack, is all our money gone?
Jack Sherman: All of it. When I found out I got swindled, I almost went crazy. And on top of it, I got this fever.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Hush, dear. Don't think of that now. You must be quiet.
Jack Sherman: Poor Elizabeth. You made a sorry bargain when you gave up your beautiful home to marry me.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: I'd do it again.
Col. Lloyd: What are you wearing those old clothes for? Why don't they dress you up when you go visiting? It isn't showing proper respect to send you off in the oldest things you have.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: They're the best I've got, and I like them. And anyway, I don't need any new ones because pretty soon we'll be going away.
Col. Lloyd: Going away? Where?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: To the poorhouse!
Jeremy Higgins, Union-Pacific representative: Do you have the deed here?
Jack Sherman: It's at my bank.
Jeremy Higgins, Union-Pacific representative: Well, you bring it here, and I'll have a check for you. That's the way the Union-Pacific does business!
Jack Sherman: This is more cure than all the medicine. I'm well again!
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Oh no, you're not! You just stay right here.
Jack Sherman: The best part of it is, we won't have to ask your father for anything, and he can't laugh at me for being a failure! Darling, you go to the bank. I'll give you a note to take to Mr. Jennings. You bring back all the papers I left there. The deed is with them.
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: Oh, it's almost too good to be true!
Swazey: You oughta be glad to see us. We're old friends of yours.
Hull: We've come a long way to see your daddy. Where is he?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: He's at home, and he's sick.
Swazey: Gee, that's too bad.
Hull: Where's home?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Down at the end of the road.
Swazey: Thanks, Colonel. You're still a colonel, I suppose? Well, goodbye.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Oh, those are bad men! I heard Papa Jack say so.
Swazey: Why, Jack, old partner! What's happened to you?
Jack Sherman: I've been very ill.
Swazey: Gee, that's too bad. Anything we can do? Maybe when you find out what we've come for, you'll feel better. When we sold you that land, we did it in good faith. We thought there was gold and plenty on it, and then we went off to California. On our way back, we stopped to see how you were faring, and we found out what had happened. Partner, we felt bad. Didn't we?
Hull: That's right.
Swazey: Now we'll prove we're honest. We made a long trip to find you to give you back your money.
Jack Sherman: You did, did you?
Swazey: Why, I couldn't sleep again if I thought you'd lost money. All we ask is that you hand over the deed to the property, and we'll pay you what you paid us, fair and square.
Jack Sherman: That's very kind and generous of you. Now be kind enough to get out of my house! You found out my land was valuable and the railroad wanted it, and I found out what kind of men you are. Now get out!
Swazey: Now partner, we came here to make an honest business deal for that deed. But if you're going to get rough about it, we'll have to get it another way.
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Grandfather, Grandfather!
Col. Lloyd: What under the sun? Why, child, what is it? What's the matter?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Oh, Grandfather, you've gotta come with me right away!
Col. Lloyd: Come where?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Home to my house. There are two bad men there, and they're saying bad things to Papa Jack!
Col. Lloyd: I wouldn't set foot in that house for anybody or anything!
Miss Lloyd Sherman: But you've got to! Papa Jack is sick, and those two men are going to hurt him!
Col. Lloyd: Why should I help a Yankee?
Miss Lloyd Sherman: Because he's my papa, and I love him!
Col. Lloyd: Walker, I want you to go to town on Saturday and buy a lot of little girls clothes.
Walker: What shall I buy, sir?
Col. Lloyd: Well, what do you suppose? Hats, shoes, stockings, dresses, and whatever goes under the dresses. And Walker?
Walker: Yes, sir?
Col. Lloyd: I'm an old fool.
Walker: Yes, sir!
Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman: [singing] Oh the days are gone when beauty bright my heart's chain wove, / When my dream of life from morn 'till night was love still love. / New hope may bloom and days may come of milder, calmer beam, / But there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream. / Oh there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.
Col. Gray: [to Lloyd] Completely armed except for your golden curls, brown eyes and your dimples, you've captured an entire regiment.