Mrs. Cadbury: Tell me, what you know about yourself.
Anne Shirley: Well, it really isn't worth telling, Mrs. Cadbury but if you let me tell you what I imagine about myself you'd find it a lot more interesting.
Gilbert Blythe: Psst! Carrots! Carrots.
Anne Shirley: Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
Anne Shirley: Would you please call me Cordelia?
Anne Shirley: Plain, old, unromantic Anne Shirley.
Anne Shirley: I know I chatter on far too much but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me some credit.
Anne Shirley: I don't think Mrs. Barry is a well bred woman. I don't believe God himself would entirely meet with her approval.
Marilla Cuthbert: Anne, you musn't say things like that especially in front of the minister's wife. But, if you left God out of it, you'd have it just about right.
Anne Shirley: Anne Shirley. Anne with an "e."
Marilla Cuthbert: Oh, this is a fine kettle of fish.
Anne Shirley: Can't you even imagine you're in the depths of despair?
Marilla Cuthbert: No I cannot. To despair is to turn your back on God.
Anne Shirley: This is the most tragical thing that has ever happened to me.
Anne Shirley: Laura Spencer is giving a comic recitation, but I prefer to make people cry.
Anne Shirley: Wilt thou give me a lock of thy jet black tresses?
Diana Barry: But I don't have any black dresses.
Anne Shirley: Your hair.
Diana Barry: All right.
Diana Barry: Gilbert told Charlie Sloan that you were the smartest girl in school, right in front of Josie.
Anne Shirley: He did?
Diana Barry: He told Charlie being smart was better than being good looking.
Anne Shirley: 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.
Anne Shirley: I've never belonged to anyone.
Matthew Cuthbert: It's a girl.
Marilla Cuthbert: Well, I can see that.
Anne Shirley: Oh, Marilla, you look so elegant.
Marilla Cuthbert: You don't make important visits in kitchen clothes.
Marilla Cuthbert: Oh, stuff and nonsense.
Anne Shirley: How would you like to have nasty things said about you? How would you like to hear that you're fat, ugly, and a sour old gossip.
