Osh Popham Quotes in Summer Magic (1963)

Osh Popham: [Picks up a caterpillar] That's a mighty handsome critter.

Peter Carey: He has a very ugly face.

Osh Popham: Maybe he's thinking the same thing about you.

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'.

Digby Popham: Pa, do you realize the furthest I've ever been from Beulah is Four Corners and I was too young to even remember?

Osh Popham: Whatcha gettin' at, son?

Digby Popham: Pa, you realize I ain't never seen nothin' or done nothin'? You yourself said a fella never gets anywhere just standin' in one place.

Osh Popham: How much am I payin' you, Digby?

Digby Popham: Three dollars a week. But a fella can make that much in one day in the city! Ain'tcha gonna stop me, Pa?

Osh Popham: Might as well get it out of your system. It seems to be comin' 'bout the right time, too. That boy Gilly seems like he oughta be able to handle your job.

Lallie Joy Popham: That Gilly boy, he's awful nice, Pa.

Osh Popham: He's all right, Lallie Joy. I have a feeling the money might come in handy for the Careys, too. Wonderful folks, even if they ain't got the rickets.

Osh Popham: Mariah, why don't you get back to them strawberry preserves?

Mariah Popham: Mr. Popham, just answer yes or no, have you written Mr. Hamilton advisin' him that you took it upon yourself to rent his yellow house?

Osh Popham: I told you, I have written him.

Mariah Popham: Has he written you?

Osh Popham: No, but he's a busy man. No news is good news. Besides, he's off in them foreign parts. Heathens mighta had him.

Mariah Popham: And you're lettin' them Careys tear his house apart! Redoin', plantin', young'uns runnin' all over the place! Sellin' 'em wallpaper for less than it costs you!

Osh Popham: That lot never did move.

Mariah Popham: That family's bewitched you, and I know why. You wore out the people in this town with your stories, and now you got new ears to listen to you! But you'll be bewitchin' when Mr. Hamilton lands in Beulah and wants his house back. I'm warnin' you, Mr. Popham, if you don't get a letter from Mr. Hamilton soon, I'm takin' matters into my own hands!

Osh Popham: Mariah, your pot's boilin' over.

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: Mr. Popham! What are you doin' with them women? It's the Sabbath!

Osh Popham: [looking at pictures of scantily-clad women] I'm looking for a work of art to take over to the Careys. Lotta wall space there. Hand me that apron.

Mariah Popham: You can't take any of that junk!

Osh Popham: [dusting off one picture] She had a kind face. Pity she kept liquor on her.

Mariah Popham: [dusting off another picture] There's only one that's fit to hang. She wasn't much to look at, but she was a good woman. Spent her life on the opposin' side. If she hadn't went down with the wreck off Nantucket Light, the demon rum would've been chased off the New England coast. A real martyr. Insisted on goin' down the ship. Everyone else was saved, crew and captain.

Osh Popham: That's a mighty inspirin' story. Mariah, relax and enjoy yourself at the Careys today. This is not time the time to be upsettin' 'em with cold hard facts.

Mariah Popham: I'm warnin' you, Mr. Popham, one day the town constable will come in here and catch you at your sins, and you'll spend the rest of your life in the state prison!

Osh Popham: Mariah, aren't you forgettin' the town constable happens to be named Ossium Popham?

Osh Popham: Tom Hamilton! Why I didn't know you for a minute! I didn't expect you'd be comin' back. Give me quite a shock.

Tom Hamilton: I just drove by the yellow house. There are some people out there.

Osh Popham: Yes, they're lovely folks named the Careys. They've been living there.

Tom Hamilton: How long they been living there?

Osh Popham: Oh, uh, not long. Wonderful folks, the Careys. You'll love them. They put in a new chain pump for that old wooden one.

Tom Hamilton: Who gave them permission to live there?

Osh Popham: Well, uh, you did.

Tom Hamilton: I did? Oh no, I never even heard of them! Why didn't you write?

Osh Popham: Well, I did. I wrote you every week and kept you abreast of everything that was happening.

Tom Hamilton: Well, I didn't get any letters.

Osh Popham: Well, you see, I never mailed them. I didn't know how you'd take the situation. You see, here were these folks who needed a house, and they fell plum in love with yours, and I let 'em have it. Wrote you all about it. Put 'em up here, where Mariah wasn't likely to be lookin'. Here are the letters, the ones I wrote and the ones Nancy Carey wrote. Hers are on top. I wrote you because Mariah was a-naggin' me. Nancy Carey wrote hers out of a grateful young heart. I hope you'll read hers before you make up your mind what to do.

Osh Popham: Mariah, for once in your life, pray for a silver linin'.