Rebecca Winstead Quotes in Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm (1938)

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Rebecca Winstead: I always told you I was very self-reliant.

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.

Rebecca Winstead: We'd really get further in our act if he wouldn't talk so much.

Myrtle: Is he in the act with you?

Rebecca Winstead: I'm the act. He's my manager.

Myrtle: I bet you would make a better manager than your father.

Rebecca Winstead: Uncle Harry isn't my father. He's my stepfather. I've been taking care of him ever since my mother died.

Myrtle: Why, you poor child.

Rebecca Winstead: I'm not a poor child. I'm very self-reliant. My mother taught me to always be that way.

Tony Kent: It wouldn't be long now, Rebecca. Are you getting nervous?

Rebecca Winstead: Of course not. I never get nervous. I'm very self-reliant.

Tony Kent: Nice of you to show up for the broadcast.

Lola Lee: Darling, don't be that way.

Tony Kent: I suppose I should cheer when you miss a rehearsal.

Lola Lee: Now you know how I feel when you keep me waiting.

Tony Kent: Miss Warren, Miss Lee. Miss Lee is an old friend.

Gwen Warren: How do you do, Miss Lee?

Lola Lee: Hello, Miss Warren. I've always wanted to meet a farmer's daughter.

Gwen Warren: If I had known you were coming, I'd have worn my sunbonnet.

Tony Kent: And this is Rebecca, the star of our program.

Lola Lee: Oh, isn't she cute? How old are you, little girl?

Rebecca Winstead: I'm eight. How old are you?

Lola Lee: That's a question you must never ask a lady.

Rebecca Winstead: I guess you must be pretty old.

Rebecca Winstead: Tony, when I grow up, will you marry me?

Tony Kent: Rebecca, I've never received a more flattering proposal, but I'm afraid it won't work out. You see, by the time you're ready to get married, I'll have a long gray beard.

Rebecca Winstead: Then will you marry Gwen? She's almost ready.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: Young man, what are you going to pay Rebecca?

Rebecca Winstead: But Aunt Miranda, I don't want any pay. I love to sing.

Tony Kent: Then you don't mind, Miss Wilkins?

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: Of course I mind. I'm not going to have my niece be a big radio star and not get paid for it.

Tony Kent: You won't have a thing to worry about, I assure you.

Gwen Warren: Aunt Miranda, you're an old dear.

Tony Kent: You're a honey, Miss Wilkins.

Homer Busby: And how about me?

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: Homer Busby, you're an old fool.

Rebecca Winstead: But you can't wait much longer, Aunt Miranda.

Homer Busby: She's right, Mirandy. I got my rig outside if you want to take a little ride in the moonlight.

Gwen Warren: Go on, I'll bring Rebecca home.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: Homer Busby, you always were impulsive.

Rebecca Winstead: Gwen, when these are done, let's take some over to Tony.

Gwen Warren: I'll be too busy, but you can take some over to him.

Rebecca Winstead: Don't you like Tony any more?

Gwen Warren: Of course I like Tony.

Rebecca Winstead: You sounded like you were mad at him.

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!

Rebecca Winstead: Maybe if I work hard, Uncle Harry will let me come down to the farm for a visit.

Gwen Warren: Of course, darling.

Rebecca Winstead: And maybe you and Aunt Miranda can come up to the city and see me too.

Gwen Warren: You bet we will.

Rebecca Winstead: I guess I won't need these in the city. Will you keep them for me for when I come back? Don't cry, Gwen. You said you'd come and see me.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: Here are some cookies for you to eat on the way.

Rebecca Winstead: Thank you, Aunt Miranda. I'm going to miss your cookies.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: And here's a picture of me so you won't forget what I look like. Of course it isn't a very good likeness. It was taken twenty years ago.

Rebecca Winstead: I'll never forget you, Aunt Miranda.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: Oh, of course you will.

Rebecca Winstead: Please, Aunt Miranda, I don't want to leave!

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: Take good care of yourself, Rebecca.

Rebecca Winstead: I will, Aunt Miranda. I'm very self-reliant.

Rebecca Winstead: Are you all right, mister?

Hamilton Montmarcy: I'm almost a nervous breakdown. I get this way before every program.

Rebecca Winstead: Oh, are you going on the radio now?

Hamilton Montmarcy: That's just what makes me so nervous. I never know.

Rebecca Winstead: Then why don't you ask somebody?

Hamilton Montmarcy: They don't know, either.

Rebecca Winstead: This is certainly a funny radio station.

Hamilton Montmarcy: My dear young lady, there's nothing funny about it. I'm an organist, one of the best, if I may say so. Hamilton Montmarcy. Perhaps you've heard of me.

Rebecca Winstead: I don't think so.

Hamilton Montmarcy: I'm an emergency musician. But there are never any emergencies around here.

Rebecca Winstead: Can't I go back to the farm with you and Tony?

Gwen Warren: I'm afraid not, darling. At least, not for a little while.

Rebecca Winstead: But I don't want to stay here.

Gwen Warren: I know, but you can't always have everything you want right when you want it.

Rebecca Winstead: I guess I won't be able to sing for you now, Tony.

Tony Kent: Singing isn't important, Rebecca. It's just that we want you with us. But it may take some time, so you have to be a brave little girl.

Rebecca Winstead: I will, Tony. I'm very self-reliant.

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: 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.

Rebecca Winstead: [to a piglet] Oh, you bent your tail. I'm surprised Aunt Miranda lets you wear it curled. I'll bet you haven't had any breakfast. I'll ask Aunt Miranda to get you some eggs and bacon.

Tony Kent: What's your hurry?

Rebecca Winstead: I was just trying to catch our pig.

Tony Kent: Don't you know you're trespassing?

Rebecca Winstead: What does that mean?

Tony Kent: It means you're very welcome.

Rebecca Winstead: Thank you, but I must catch our pig.

Gwen Warren: I'm glad you're not hurt. Or are you?

Tony Kent: [putting his hand over his heart] I'm afraid so. I've got a strange feeling right here.

Rebecca Winstead: I hope it doesn't hurt too much. You better let Gwen and me put you to bed.

Tony Kent: That would be a pleasant experience.

Gwen Warren: I think Homer can handle the situation. I'm sorry we bothered you, Mr...?

Tony Kent: Kent. Anthony Kent. I live here, but this is my first trip of the year. I hope you'll bother me again soon.

Rebecca Winstead: What does Homer do?

Gwen Warren: He takes care of Mr. Kent's place.

Rebecca Winstead: Why doesn't Aunt Miranda like him?

Gwen Warren: A long time ago, Homer asked Aunt Miranda to marry him.

Rebecca Winstead: Is that why she's mad at him?

Gwen Warren: Not exactly. You see, he celebrated so much the night before that he forgot to go to the wedding.

Rebecca Winstead: Mr. Kent is very nice. Don't you think so?

Gwen Warren: Come on and help me pick berries.

Tony Kent: It's uncanny!

Gwen Warren: What is, Mr. Kent?

Tony Kent: We had a kid all set for our big program. She disappeared, and now it turns out to be Rebecca!

Gwen Warren: Why, it sounds like a fairy tale.

Tony Kent: It is!

Rebecca Winstead: I love fairy tales.

Tony Kent: My old pal Rebecca! Why didn't you tell me you'd tried out for my program?

Rebecca Winstead: I didn't know it was your program. Am I going to be on the radio after all?

Tony Kent: You bet you are! You'll be a sensation!

Rebecca Winstead: But I don't think Aunt Miranda will like it very much.

Tony Kent: Don't you worry about Aunt Miranda. I'll go over there this afternoon and sell her a bill of goods.

Homer Busby: Gonna have to be a mighty good salesman, Mr. Kent.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: Just a minute, young man. Are you trying to tell me you want to put Rebecca on the radio?

Tony Kent: Yes, Miss Wilkins. On a very important program. A nationwide hookup...

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: Get out of here!

Tony Kent: But Miss Wilkins, I don't understand...

Gwen Warren: Aunt Miranda, please just listen to Mr. Kent.

Rebecca Winstead: I want to go on the radio so bad.

Tony Kent: This is a very important opportunity for Rebecca. Surely you can't say no.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: Oh, can't I? Just listen, Mr. Kent. No! I know what you show people are, a no-good lot! I took Rebecca out of that unwholesome atmosphere, and I'm not going to put her back into it! She's staying on the farm where I can keep an eye on her.

Rebecca Winstead: Goodbye, Tony. I wish I could sing to you over the telephone like I did to Mr. Bartlett.

Gwen Warren: Tony, why not?

Tony Kent: What do you mean?

Gwen Warren: Broadcast from here! It's possible, isn't it?

Tony Kent: Yes, it could be done by remote control.

Orville Smithers: Sure, chief, we could run the wires like we did on the courthouse. Then the kid could stay in the program.

Gwen Warren: Please let's try it. With all her talent, Rebecca deserves a chance.

Rebecca Winstead: Oh, Tony, please do!

Tony Kent: It's insane, but I don't see why it won't work. Uh-oh. What about Aunt Miranda?

Gwen Warren: We won't tell her. You can count on us to keep her in the dark.