Script: Part 3
MARILLA: How do you like them?
ANNE: I can imagine I like them.
MARILLA: What's the matter with them?
ANNE: Well, they're not very pretty.
MARILLA: I'm not going to pamper your vanity. These are good and sensible dresses. This one is for Sunday, and the others you can wear to school.
ANNE: I am greatful, but I'd be even more grateful if you'd made this one with puffed sleeves.
MARILLA: I cannot waste material on ridiculous looking frills and furbelows. Plain and sensible is best.
MARILLA: Trust you for that. Have you seen my amethyst brooch?
MARILLA: Did you touch it?
ANNE: I pinned it on yesterday, just to see what it looked like.
MARILLA: You had no business to meddle with my brooch. Where did you put it?
ANNE: Back on the pin cushion. Honestly, Marilla, I didn't mean to meddle, and I promise I'll never do it again. That's the one good thing about me; I never do the same wrong thing twice.
MARILLA: The brooch is gone and you were the last one to handle it. Did you take it out and lose it?
ANNE: I didn't.
MARILLA: Anne Shirley, you are telling me a falsehood. Go to your room. And you will stay in your room until you confess, even if it takes a month of Sundays.
ANNE: Let me out for the picnic. I'll stay in my room as long as you like, I just have to go to the picnic.
MARILLA: You are not going to the picnic or anywhere else until you tell me the truth.
ANNE: If I don't go to the picnic, how will I ever make a bosom friend, or any friend at all?
MARILLA: That brooch meant a great deal to me; more than any picnic. Now go to your room.
MARILLA: I've looked in every crack and cranny. You might as well face it, Matthew. She's taken that brooch and lied about it. I feel worse about that than about the brooch.
MATTHEW: Are you sure it didn't fall behind the bureau?
MARILLA: I moved the bureau. I even checked the cracks in the floor. I know how you feel, Matthew, and in my heart I was prepared to let you have your way, but now I realize that I was right not to be too hasty. We can't keep her, liar and a theif, Matthew, and you know it.
ANNE: Marilla, I'm ready to confess.
MARILLA: What have you to say for yourself?
ANNE: I took the brooch because I was too overcome with irresistable temptation. I was imagining I was Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald, and I just had to wear the brooch over the footbridge of the Lake of Shining Waters, with the wind blowing my auburn hair over to Camelot. I thought I could put it back before you came home, but as I leaned over to look at my reflection in the lake, it slipped from my fingers and sank beneath the rippling waves. The best I can do at confessing. Now may I go to the picnic?
ANNE: I realize the importance of the brooch, Marilla. Was it a keepsake from a tragic romance? You did say I could go if I confessed.
MARILLA: What you can do is pack your bags and start imagining your life with Mrs. Blewett.
MARILLA: Rachel Lynde was right. I can't imagine how I let that child worm her way into my affections. I'm furious at myself for having let this happen.
MARILLA: What ever made you say that you took it and lost it?
ANNE: You said you'd keep me in my room until I confessed. I just thought up a good confession and made it as interesting as I could.
MARILLA: But it was still a lie.
ANNE: You wouldn't believe the truth.
MARILLA: You do beat all, child. But, I'll forgive you if you'll forgive me. Now, you get dressed for service.
MR. BARRY: Hello, Miss Cuthbert.
MARILLA: Good afternoon, Mr. Barry. I'd like you to meet Anne Shirley.
MR. BARRY: Hello.
ANNE: How do you do, Mr. Barry?
MR. BARRY: You should meet my daughter, Diana. She's over there in the garden. Matthew...
MARILLA: For pity's sake, calm down, Anne. And don't make any of your fabulous speeches. Goodness knows what Rachel has told them already.
ANNE: Oh, you'd be excited too, if you were going to eat icecream for the first time in your life.
RACHEL: Ah, Marilla. Anne.
MARILLA: Rachel. Rev. Allan. Mrs. Allan.
RACHEL: This is the orphan girl that the Cuthberts are looking after. Anne Shirley, this is the Reverend and Mrs. Allan.
MRS. ALLAN: How are you, Anne?
ANNE: Well in body, although considerably ruffled in spirit, thank you. [to Marilla] There wasn't anything shocking in that, was there, Marilla?
MRS. ALLAN: We must try our best to relieve your jitters. Won't you and Anne join us for tea, Miss Cuthbert?
MARILLA: I've been counting on you coming to Green Gables, now that you've moved into the manse.
REV. ALLAN: I've given Elizabeth tremendous reports about your home baking, and your red current wine, Miss Cuthbert. She is anxious to learn your secrets.
MRS. BARRY: Marilla, I'm so pleased you could come. This must be Anne we've heard so much about. This is my Diana. Perhaps Anne would like some icecream and lemonade, Diana.
MRS. ALLAN: I think she's enchanting.
MRS. BARRY: Will you keep her, then, Marilla?
MARILLA: Well, if she can avoid catastophe two days in a row, I might have a chance to make up my mind.
ANNE: Marilla has given me strict instructions not to talk a head off. I do have a habit of chattering on so. Why, if I could imagine myself as a bird, a magpie would probably be the closest thing I could resemble. Oh, Diana, I've always dreamed of being in a three-legged race at a picnic. Would you do me the honor of being my patner?
DIANA: But there aren't any other girls in it.
ANNE:You're a sturdy looking girl, and I'm fast. I know we'd stand a good chance.
DIANA: I guess so.
GILBERT: Hey, Diana, who's your friend?
DIANA: Anne Shirely.
MR. BARRY: On your marks. Get set. [gun shot] I never expected a daughter of mine to outrun the boys. I'm very proud of you, Diana.
DIANA: I think it's a shame that Gilbert had to lose on a count of Moody. Don't you think Gilbert's handsome?
ANNE: He is handsome. But I think your Gilbert is awfully bold to wink at a strange girl.
DIANA: I wish he'd wink at me. He's sixteen, but he's in our class. His father's been ill and he's been away for two years.
ANNE:Good. I mean, I don't want to be the only one who's behind in school.
DIANA: That's Mr. Phillips, our school teacher. He's dead-gone on Prissy Andrews, and Prissy thinks she's queen bee just because she's studying her entrance to Queens. He moons over her something terrible. That's Josie Pye, and she moons over Gilbert. Oh, Josie just want attention. I hope she nearly drowns.
ANNE:I wish it had me. It would be such a romantic experience nearly to drown.
DIANA: I heard before that you're kind of a strange girl, Anne Shirley, but I have a feeling we're going to get along really well.
ANNE:Anne Shirley. Anne's spelled with an "e".
MR. PHILLIPS: We pride ourselves on our scholastic record. And we hope you will strive to meet our standards.
ANNE:Oh, I'm sure I will, Mr. Phillips. I've taught children younger than myself to read before, and both my parents were teachers. I'm positive we'll have a lot in common.
MR. PHILLIPS: You will share a seat with Diana Barry.
ANNE:Oh, thank you, Mr. Phillips. Diana Barry is my bosom friend.
MR. PHILLIPS: Please take your seat and read your lesson. I must work with my Queens student now. Alright class. Take out your notebooks. Memorize the dictation from yesterday.
MR. PHILLIPS: Anne Shirley! What is the meaning of this?
GILBERT: It was my fault, Sir. I was teasing her.
MR. PHILLIPS: Stand at the blackboard for the rest of the day. I will not tolerate this kind of indignant temperment in my class. "Ann Shirley has a very bad temper." And she will learn to control it. You will write this one hundred times before leaving today.
DIANA: Oh, Anne, how could you? Gilbert always makes fun of the girls. He calls me crow-head all the time, but I've never heard him apologize before.
ANNE: There's a world of difference between being called crow-head and being called carrots. I shall never forgive Gilbert Blythe. The iron has entered my soul, Diana. My mind is made up; my red hair is a curse.
ANNE: Please go away, Marilla. I'm in the depths of despair.
MARILLA: Oh, fiddlesticks. Now, you open this door at once! Are you sick?
ANNE: Go away. Don't look at me.
MARILLA: Oh, don't play innocent with me. I'm so ashamed I don't know where to begin. What do you mean by breakinging your slate over some boy's head?
MARILLA: I don't care what he called you. You have no reason to lose your temper. Anne Shirley, what have you done to your hair?
ANNE: Marilla, I thought nothing could be as bad as red hair. Green is ten times worse. You don't know how utterly wretched I am.
MARILLA: I little know how you got into this fix, but I demand that you tell me.
ANNE: I dyed it.
MARILLA: Dyed it? For mercy's sake, child.
ANNE: But he positively assured me it'd turn my hair a beautiful raven black.
MARILLA: Who did? Who are you talking about?
ANNE: The peddlar we met on the road today.
MARILLA: I absolutely forbid you to--. What's the use? Well, I hope that this has opened your eyes to see where your vanity has taken you.
ANNE: What shall I do? I'll never be able to live this down. I can't face him again. Gilbert Blythe had no right to call me carrots.
MARILLA: You really smashed your slate over that boy's head?
ANNE: Very hard, I'm afraid.
MARILLA: I know I should be angry. I should be furious. What a way to behave your first day at school! But, it you promise me nothing of the sort will happen again, I won't say another word about it.
ANNE: You're not going to send me back?
MARILLA: I've come to a decision. Trial is over. You will stay at Green Gables.
MARILLA: I think you may be a kindred spirit after all.
MATTHEW: Well, you're our girl now, and the prettiest one this side of Halifax.
MARILLA: Alright, now. Stop this nonsense.
DIANA: This is the very last of the Queen Anne's Lace for the summer. Don't worry about your hair. No one even notices it anymore.
ANNE: Everytime I look at myself I do penance by saying how ugly I am. I don't even try to imagine it away.
DIANA: I know, but I had to talk to you right away. That's why I used the white flags.
DIANA: Just let me catch my breath. Mother thought I was upstairs studying, but I was in the pantry getting some cookies, and I overheard her talking with Mrs. Blair. They were talking about what happened with you and Gilbert Blythe, and mother said you have a disposition just like Marilla's. She said something about Marilla having been betrothed once, many years ago, but because of a quarrel, she never married, and she's had to live with her brother ever since.
ANNE: So that's it!
ANNE: Poor Marilla's been thwarted in love. It must have been a supremely tragic romance. Did they say anything else?
DIANA: No, but I'll keep my ears open. I have to go, now. Mother doesn't know I'm gone.
ANNE: Good luck on the exam tomorrow.
DIANA: You, too. I hope you stand first.
ANNE: I am endebted to you for life.
DIANA: He's only smiling to congradulate you, Anne.
ANNE: I think he was trying to rub it in.
DIANA: Let's take the shortcut through the pasture, Anne. We'll be late.
ANNE: Don't be afraid of the bullies, Diana. We'll be completely civilized and take the road. I have no intention of arriving out of breath for our examination.
VARIOUS VOICES: Hit them! Harder!
ANNE: Charlie Sloan, you meansly little boy, you ought to be horse-whipped!
VARIOUS VOICES: You're right! Carrots! Carrots!
MR. SADLER: This will be the last time I catch you little trouble makers in my pasture. These feilds are not a free-for-all! You frighten my cattle to death and they won't be milked.
ANNE: I've never even set a toenail in your pasture before, Mr. Sadler. I was really attempting to avenge my bosom friend, Diana, from being tortured. Your cattle are such mournful-looking creatures, you can't know how utterly wretched I feel to have you think I'd frighten them.
MR. SADLER: You'll feel wretched alright, missy, if I ever catch any of you on my land again! Now, hop to it before I tan your backside! I intend to put a stop to this, for once and for all.
MR. PHILLIPS: But, Sir.
MR. SADLER: Goodday, to you.
MR. PHILLIPS: Since you seem to be so fond of the boys' company, we shall indulge your taste for it this afternoon. Take a seat over there, next to Gilbert Blythe. Did you hear what I said?
ANNE: Yes, Sir. I didn't suppose you really meant it.
MR. PHILLIPS: I assure you I did. Obey me at once.
PRISSY ANDREWS: Chrysanthemum. C-h-i, no r-i -s -a -n-s-m -u-m.
MR. PHILLIPS: Perhaps we'll turn our attention to your spelling now that you mathematics is well in hand. Gilbert, chrysanthemum.
GILBERT: Chrysanthemum. C-h-r-y-s-a-n-t-h-a-m-u-m.
MR. PHILLIPS: Hmm. Anne?
ANNE: Chrysanthemum. C-h-r-y-s-a-n-t-h-e-m-u-m.
MR. PHILLIPS: Correct.
DIANA: Hey, Josie! How do you spell ugly?
ANNE: It is impolite to pass a person without at least nodding, and so I nod out of elementary good breeding, nothing more.
ANNE: Thank you for your heartfelt congratulations, Mr. Blythe. But allow me to inform you that next time I shall be first in every subject.
DIANA: Anne! You've got more nerve than a fox in a hen house.
ANNE: I don't see any need in being civil to someone who chooses to associate with the likes of Josie Pye.
DIANA: You're just jealous.
ANNE: I am not. You take that back, Diana Barry!
DIANA: She's jealous of you. Gilbert told Charlie Sloan that you're the smartest girl in school, right in front of Josie.
ANNE: He did?
DIANA: He told Charlie that being smart was better than being good-looking.
ANNE: I might have known he meant to insult me.
DIANA: No, he didn't.
ANNE: It isn't better. I'd much rather be pretty than smart. But at least I don't have to cheat like Josie does.
DIANA: She doesn't have to cheat; she just does it because she's a Pye.