Mrs. Denham:
Do you know why you are here this time?

Elizabeth:
Yes, Ma'am.

Mrs. Denham:
Then tell me why.

Elizabeth:
Don't *you* know?

Elizabeth:
Oh, my duck does a wonderful trick. My duck can lay an egg.

Mrs. Higgins:
And just what is so wonderful about that?

Elizabeth:
Well, can *you* lay an egg? (pause). . . Oh, excuse me.

Edward Morgan:
How would you like it if you and I got to be very, very good friends?

Elizabeth:
I don't think I would like it, sir.

Mrs. Higgins:
Child, you're absolutely uncontrollable.

Elizabeth:
Yes, Ma'am!

Elizabeth:
I like to make things to eat, and I especially like to eat them.

Mr. Wyckoff:
When I was young, we didn't have a play problem because we didn't have time to play!

Edward Morgan:
I've got a friend that --

Elizabeth:
Oh, I bet that isn't true.

Edward Morgan:
What?

Elizabeth:
You said you had a friend. I bet you have *lots* of friends.

Mrs. Higgins:
Under the circumstances, I have made every allowance for you, but when you bring animals into the dormitory, I must act.

Elizabeth:
That's what my daddy and mommy used to do!

Mrs. Higgins:
What?

Elizabeth:
Act!

Edward Morgan:
There's no human problem that can't be solved by kindness.

Edward Morgan:
Oh, I've gone mad, Aunt Genevieve. Delightfully mad!

Elizabeth:
What's a lawyer?

Edward Morgan:
Well, if you ever get into trouble, a lawyer is a person who gets you out of trouble.

Elizabeth:
Oh, my. I could use one almost every day!

Edward Morgan:
From now on, she's going to have all the lovely things in life, just because she has a right to them.

Mrs. Higgins:
Henrietta, what are you blubbering about?

Mrs. Denham:
I can't help it. I'm so happy.

Mrs. Higgins:
There's no need to be sentimental.

Mrs. Denham:
Well, what are *you* crying for?

Mrs. Higgins:
Why shouldn't I? Why can't I be happy, too?

Edward Morgan:
Curly, you're an old flatterer.

Elizabeth:
Is that something bad?

Elizabeth:
Thank you, sir.

Reynolds:
Thank *you*, miss.

Elizabeth:
Why, I didn't do anything!

Aunt Genevieve:
Well, I think I will send for that doctor.

Edward Morgan:
I should if I were you! And before the doctor arrives, allow me to be the first to congratulate you.

Aunt Genevieve:
Congratulate me for what?

Edward Morgan:
My dear, you're about to become a mother.

Elizabeth:
I wish you wouldn't bow so much.

Reynolds:
I'm sorry, miss.

Elizabeth:
There you go again. You make my backache.

Aunt Genevieve:
I have every reason to believe that Jimmy Rogers means to propose to Mary before the summer is over.

Edward Morgan:
How do you know that?

Aunt Genevieve:
I looked at him.

Reynolds:
My word, miss. You *are* a package.

Aunt Genevieve:
Edward Morgan, insanely jealous and acting like a sixteen-year-old Romeo! Oh, this is the happiest day of my life!

Elizabeth:
Mary said that I was going to live in Jimmy's house. Does that mean that Jimmy's getting married to me, too?

Elizabeth:
Uncle Edward, I don't want to get married to Jimmy.

Edward Morgan:
Well, why not?

Elizabeth:
Because I want Mary and me to get married to you.

Edward Morgan:
Curly, you're a designing woman, you know that, don't you?