Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm1938

Aunt Miranda Wilkins:
Homer Busby, get off that bed!

Homer Busby:
Mirandy! You're talking to me!

Aunt Miranda Wilkins:
Of course I'm talking to you. Now take me to Rebecca.

Homer Busby:
Oh, Mirandy, I've waited twenty-five years for this moment.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins:
Fiddlesticks.

Homer Busby:
Don't be stubborn any longer. We're wasting the best years of our lives.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins:
Homer Busby, you're revolting.

Homer Busby:
Come on, Mirandy, give in.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins:
How can I trust you after the way you've acted?

Homer Busby:
I swear I'll never keep you waiting again. Give me one more chance.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins:
Are you sure you've gotten all the wild oats out of your system?

Gwen Warren:
Congratulations, you two.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins:
Oh, there's no time for this fol-de-rol. Where is Rebecca? Take me to her!