Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm1938

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.