Nancy Carey Quotes in Summer Magic (1963)

Margaret Carey: It's Julia. She's coming to live with us.

Gilly Carey: Oh, no!

Nancy Carey: Oh, please! Not Julia!

Margaret Carey: I want you two out of those dying gladiator attitudes! Julia is your cousin and a Carey and I don't want you to forget that, ever. Try to remember that Julia's story is rather a sad one. She never even knew her mother! And after her dear father died, the Fergusons very kindly took her in and raised her.

Nancy Carey: Kindly took her in? George Ferguson had a guilty conscience. He knew those stocks he sold Julia's father were as worthless as ours.

Nancy Carey: Oh, Gilly, you can't take everything. There's just not gonna be room in our horrid new house, and we can't afford to pay storage on junk.

Gilly Carey: Why is my stuff always junk and your stuff always priceless? Here, you can have it, Peter.

Peter Carey: Thanks! I'll put it with my junk.

Nancy Carey: A lot of good that did.

Nancy Carey: We can't afford that horrible little house? Oh, Mother, that's wonderful! Mother, do you remember after Father - well, you remember how we all made ourselves feel better by talking about the things that had been fun with him? And the best thing we thought of was that time we were all in Maine.

Margaret Carey: And we saw the yellow house in Beulah.

Nancy Carey: And we peered into the windows, and wasn't it wonderful? And nobody lived there!

Gilly Carey: Hey, that was years ago. You're wild.

Peter Carey: I remember it.

Gilly Carey: You weren't even born!

Nancy Carey: Well, Mother, a few weeks ago, I decided to try and find out about that yellow house. So I wrote to the postmaster in Beulah, and he answered! His name is Ossium Popham - isn't it a beautiful name?

Gilly Carey: We're out in the sticks, all right.

Nancy Carey: The sticks? It's lovely! Land of promise, land of opportunity!

Gilly Carey: Opportunity for what?

Digby Popham: Well, you got something there. You're the first folks to move into Beulah in more than five years. Most people move away to the city. That's where I'm gonna get as soon as I can.

Osh Popham: That's my daughter, Lallie Joy. She'd be more like me, only her ma won't let her.

Peter Carey: [climbing a tree] Look at me, Mother, look at me! Whee!

Osh Popham: That must be the rickety baby.

Nancy Carey: Oh, Mr. Popham, about that letter. I wrote it, and - oh, I don't know how to begin.

Osh Popham: Well, Nancy, the way I figure it is this world's the only one we got till we move on to the next one, and there ain't nothin' wrong with tellin' somethin' that's a might off from the truth to make it more interestin'.

Margaret Carey: Julia, dear!

Julia Carey: Aunt Margaret!

Margaret Carey: Welcome to the yellow house! How was your trip?

Julia Carey: How, it was dreadful! No parlor car on the train, and this wilderness! When I think of last summer, of the glorious times Gladys Ferguson and I had! But I must remember the last thing dear Mrs. Ferguson said to me, "Don't let poverty drag you down, Julia. Keep high thoughts and try not to let them get soiled by the grime of daily living."

Nancy Carey: Oh, lovely! Especially the part about the grime of daily living.

Osh Popham: Mr. Hamilton wants a favor in return.

Margaret Carey: A favor? From us?

Osh Popham: Yes, he wants you to find a suitable place for his dear mother's picture.

Nancy Carey: Of course! Portrait of a lady! Where is it, Osh?

Osh Popham: Well, he hid it. He hid it away someplace safe. He wrote it down real clear, but it's just gone right out of my head.

Nancy Carey: Well, if you'll bring the letter, we'll follow the instructions to the last detail. She'll have a place of honor!

Osh Popham: Well, that's the idea. He wrote something about a simple little vase with flowers on her birthday.

Nancy Carey: When is it?

Osh Popham: Well, it seemed to me it was around the fall of the year. On Halloween.

Margaret Carey: Halloween!

Osh Popham: People are born on Halloween.

Mariah Popham: You never can look on the dark side, livin' with Mr. Popham.

Margaret Carey: Well, he certainly keeps our spirits up.

Mariah Popham: That's because you don't get him steady. Hopefulness meals, hopefulness days, hopefulness nights, nothin' but one everlastin' stream of hopefulness! Even when he was a boy, Mr. Popham always looked on the bright side whether there was any or not. Oh, his ma and pa got terrible sick of it!

Margaret Carey: It's mighty wonderful, seeing the bright side of everything.

Mariah Popham: Mighty tiring! Now I believe in a cloud that's a first-class cloud, clean and black all the way through. I get mighty tired of Mr. Popham and his silver linings!

Nancy Carey: Well, we all believe in silver linings and rainbows--

Mariah Popham: Well, I don't! I expect the worst and I ain't never been disappointed!

Julia Carey: Oh, Nancy, it's all been my fault. I'll do my share of the chores from now on, and I'll never mention the Fergusons again. Oh, and my dresses weren't even imported, I made them myself!

Nancy Carey: You did? Oh, Julia, if I do all the dishes, will you help me with my dress for the housewarming? When it comes to sewing, I'm all thumbs!

Nancy Carey: You see, Mother, we were meant to live here!

Nancy Carey: [singing] Be radiant

Julia Carey: But delicate.

Nancy Carey: Memorize the rules of etiquette.

Nancy Carey, Julia Carey: Be demure/Sweet and pure/HIDE the real you!