John: "I don't know why people make such a fuss about birthdays." Annie: "You'd be sorry if we took no notice." John: "It wouldn't bother me at all." Annie: "You can't work all the time!" John: "Someone around here has to." Lizzie: "All work and no play makes Johnny a dull boy." John: "I don't suppose you'd consider liftin' a finger?" Lizzie: "I've got my book to finish." John: "What good's Greek to a farmer's wife?" Lizzie: "It's Latin, and I ain't marryin' no ignorant farmer." John: "Not if he sees you first."
Sarah: "I came here for justice. And all I receive is mockery. May God forgive you for your cruelty." Ensor: "This woman has suffered enough. We will not press charges." Counselor: "Are you sure that's wise?"
Ruben Huckaback: "They stole every penny I had. They beat me and chased me for sport across the moor. They thought I was dead. Where's my granddaughter? Fetch Ruth!"
John: "If I should ever be ill, I hope my doctor
will be as gentle as
you."
John: "You should be
restin'."
Ruben Huckaback: "You get me a musket, I'll fight them myself."
Ensor: "Do you know how far this girl is above you?"
Sarah: "I've just lost my husband! Do you think I want to burry my son as well?"
Sarah: "I always knew he'd come to no good one day!" Annie: "I'll near nothing against him, Mother. I won't have it!"
Lizzie: "She had no way out of marrying a man she hated until you came along. When she's through, she'll drop you. Oh, she's a Doone alright."
Lizzie: "If I were a man, I would have avenged my father long ago! Doesn't anyone hate the Doones like I do?"
Lizzie:"I'm not marryin' some ignorant farmer."
Lizzie: "If you weren't a Doone, I could almost like you."
Ruben Huckaback: "Is this fair?" "Is this honest?
Annie: "You can't stop me havin' who I want."
Annie: "What does it matter, as long as you're happy?"
Annie: "He's good and kind!"
Annie: "I'll only be happy with Tom. And John must have Lorna. We can't help who we love."
Ensor: "You think a stinking patch of mud in the middle of nowhere is a fitting home for the noble Doones?"
Ensor: "My granddaughter has told me of your nonsense," comes the ringing voice. "You must forget it. There can never be a match between you."
Ensor: "My blessing means nothing anymore. You brought your fate on your own heads. Fools you are. And fools you must stay."
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