Harry Kipper Quotes in Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm (1938)

Harry Kipper: Are you sure you got that song right?

Rebecca Winstead: Uncle Harry, I'm awfully hungry.

Harry Kipper: Not so loud. We'll be eating regular as soon as I hand these guys the old one-two.

Rebecca Winstead: The last time you gave someone the old one-two, you came home with a black eye.

Rebecca Winstead: What's stage-fright?

Harry Kipper: Well, it's something you'll never get.

Rebecca Winstead: Why not?

Harry Kipper: Because I trained you, that's why. You're a trouper. That kid's just an amateur.

Orville Smithers: Sorry, honey, I guess you're not the type.

Rebecca Winstead: I can change my type. I'm very self-reliant.

Harry Kipper: But you didn't even let her finish her song!

Orville Smithers: The chief said he heard enough, and he's the one giving orders around here.

Harry Kipper: All right, but you're passing up the most colossal, the most...

Rebecca Winstead: You told him that once before, Uncle Harry, and it didn't do any good.

Harry Kipper: [listening to the radio] That was Rebecca!

Melba: You're daffy.

Harry Kipper: I know that kid when I hear her. I've heard her a thousand times.

Melba: What would Rebecca be doing on a big radio hookup like that?

Harry Kipper: I told you when you married me you'd be in the dough, didn't I? Come on, get dressed.

Harry Kipper: Long time no see, folks. Meet the new missus, and this is my attorney, Jake Singer.

Melba: Pleased to meet you.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: I thought you weren't coming back here, Harry Kipper.

Harry Kipper: It's like this, Miranda. I've been doing all right, just getting married and all, and I'm ready to take Rebecca back now.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: You'll do no such thing! You gave the child up once, and you can't take her back now!

Harry Kipper: Now, Miranda, there's no reason why we can't be friendly about this.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: I'd sooner be friendly with a rattlesnake.

Gwen Warren: It's obvious that you heard Rebecca on the radio and all you're after is her money.

Melba: It's Harry's kid, ain't it? We got more right to her dough than you have.

Rebecca Winstead: Oh, Aunt Miranda, don't let them take me away.

Harry Kipper: Now, honey, you'll have a swell time with me. You can have anything you want.

Rebecca Winstead: Then I want to stay here!

Gwen Warren: Oh, Mr. Kipper, you can't take Rebecca away. She's been happier here on the farm than she's ever been in her whole life.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: Now you get out of my house!

Melba: Not without the kid, we don't.

Harry Kipper: Miranda, I don't want to get tough about this, but you're asking for it.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: Just try and take her.

Jake Singer: Now, my dear madam, all this yelling isn't going to get us any place. Don't forget that Mr. Kipper is the child's stepfather and legal guardian. The courts of New York have decreed that he shall have custody of the child.

Rebecca Winstead: Well, I guess it's time to go home.

Harry Kipper: It may interest you to know, Rebecca, that we have no home. Our landlady locked us out this morning.

Rebecca Winstead: Why are landladies always doing that to us?

Harry Kipper: Well, it won't happen again. I'm going to give some of your other relatives a chance to feed you.

Rebecca Winstead: Oh, goody! You mean we're going to have dinner?

Harry Kipper: I mean I'm taking you to your Aunt Miranda's at Sunnybrook Farm. From now on, you're living with her.

Rebecca Winstead: But Uncle Harry, I want to stay here and become a success like my mother wanted.

Harry Kipper: Well, I've done all I can for you. I've taught you everything I know.

Rebecca Winstead: I guess it just wasn't enough.

Harry Kipper: Now, you're going to meet your Aunt Miranda.

Rebecca Winstead: I wonder if she'll like me.

Harry Kipper: You be nice to her, and she'll be nice to you.

Rebecca Winstead: Uncle Harry, is this where my mother lived when she was a little girl?

Harry Kipper: Yup.

Rebecca Winstead: I think I'm going to like it here.

Harry Kipper: Now, Miranda, let's not quarrel. I'll only be here a few minutes.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: That's long enough for me.

Rebecca Winstead: My, this is a fine boarding house.

Gwen Warren: This is no boarding house, honey.

Rebecca Winstead: But I thought everyone took in roomers.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: A fine environment you've given her!

Rebecca Winstead: I want to have my environment fixed.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: I'll wager the child hasn't had a bit of food.

Rebecca Winstead: Yes, I have. Uncle Harry bought me a candy bar.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: A candy bar? Gwen, take the child into the kitchen and get her something decent to eat.

Rebecca Winstead: Oh, I can go myself. I'm very self-reliant.

Gwen Warren: Well, I'm hungry too, so let's go together.

Rebecca Winstead: My name's Rebecca Winstead. What's yours?

Gwen Warren: Gwen Warren. We're cousins.

Harry Kipper: I've had Rebecca on my hands for some time now. It's been quite a burden. Of course, I'm only too glad to take care of the child, even though she really isn't my own. But lately, I've had several financial reverses.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: What you're trying to tell me is you want me to take the child off your hands.

Harry Kipper: I'd hardly put it that way, Miranda, but that's the general idea.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: You listen to me, Harry Kipper. I'll take Rebecca, but only on one condition. You've got to promise to let me have her for good, so I can give her the right kind of upbringing. I don't want her to come to a bad end like her mother.

Harry Kipper: Your sister didn't do so bad. You're just against show people.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: Show people! If Bess hadn't eloped with that opera singer who died without a cent, she wouldn't have had to marry a no-good like you!

Harry Kipper: Well, goodbye, Rebecca. Don't miss me too much.

Rebecca Winstead: I won't miss you, Uncle Harry.

Harry Kipper: Well, see you folks in church.

Rebecca Winstead: Maybe it's all for the best. He has been an awful trial to me.