Nancy Olson: Nancy Furman

Pollyanna

Nancy Furman

Nancy Furman: Miss Pollyanna?
Pollyanna: Yes? Aunt Polly?
Nancy Furman: No, I'm Nancy. I work for your aunt and I came here to fetch you.
Pollyanna: Oh. How do you do?
Nancy Furman: This is Thomas, the gardener.
Pollyanna: How do you do?
Mr. Thomas: Hello, young lady.
Nancy Furman: Oh, Thomas will take your luggage for you. Put it in the back seat. Oh, good afternoon, Mrs. Tarbell.
Mrs. Amelia Tarbell: Is that Jenny Harrington's child?
Nancy Furman: Yes, it is.
Mrs. Amelia Tarbell: Doesn't look a thing like any of the Harringtons. What's your name, girl?
[Pollyanna says nothing]
Nancy Furman: Speak up!
Pollyanna: Pollyanna Whittier, mam.
Mrs. Amelia Tarbell: You're a very fortunate little girl. Most children who have lost their parents would be sent to an orphange.
[Pollyanna looks away]
Mrs. Amelia Tarbell: You know that, don't you?
Pollyanna: Yes, mam.
Mrs. Amelia Tarbell: Thank your lucky stars for a good woman such as your aunt taking you in.

Pollyanna: I'm sorry about the dress, Aunt Polly. My father said it was a size too big, but that I should be glad it wasn't a pair of boy's trousers.
Aunt Polly: Well, that's hardly anything to be glad about.
Pollyanna: Well, my father always used to say...
Aunt Polly: Yes, well, never mind what your father used to say. Pollyanna, this is going to be your new home now, and I hope you'll be very happy with me. Nancy will show you to your room.
Pollyanna: I'm very glad you sent for me, Aunt Polly. Your home is very lovely.
Aunt Polly: Thank you.
Pollyanna: It must make you awfully glad.
Aunt Polly: Glad?
Pollyanna: That you're so very rich!
[Reverend Ford starts to cough. Nancy takes Pollyanna out of the room]
Nancy Furman: Honestly!
Pollyanna: Did I say something wrong?
Nancy Furman: Well, let's just say there are about sixty-eleven things you could've said besides that!

Nancy Furman: Oh Pollyanna, will you please get into the car? We've simply got to get home!
George Dodds: In a rush?
[George grabs Nancy and kisses her. Nancy pushes him away]
Nancy Furman: Oh! George, stop it! Oh, Pollyanna, you don't know my cousin Fred, do you?
George Dodds: Your cousin Fred?
Nancy Furman: This is Miss Harrington's niece.
[pointedly]
Nancy Furman: The one who's come to live with her!
George Dodds: [realizing] Oh! Oh, that one! Well, hello, Pollyanna, how are you?
Pollyanna: Fine, thank you.
George Dodds: Well, how 'bout this? Running into you after... what's it been, six years? Say, how's your ma and pa?
Nancy Furman: Why, they're just fine.
George Dodds: You know, Pollyanna, I don't take too much to relatives, but this girl was always just like a sister to me. I tell you, I love, love this cousin.
[he kisses Nancy again]
Nancy Furman: Will you cut it out?

George Dodds: How'd you like to go down the street and get a great big dish of ice cream, my treat? Oh, no, that's a rotten idea. She probably hates the stuff.
Nancy Furman: Probably.
Pollyanna: Who, me? Oh, no, I love it!
George Dodds: No kidding? How'd you ever develop a taste for that awful stuff?
Pollyanna: Oh, no, really! I really do love it!
George Dodds: I know the perfect place. Come on, girls, follow old Cousin Fred to the land of strawberry frappe. Unless you'd rather go down the street and have a beer?
Pollyanna: You're funny.

Nancy Furman: I think it might be better if you didn't mention the ice cream to your aunt.
Pollyanna: My father taught me never to tell a lie.
Nancy Furman: Oh, Pollyanna, it wouldn't be telling a lie. But there's no reason to bring up the subject if it isn't mentioned. About Cousin Fred, I mean.
Pollyanna: I like your Cousin Fred. Very much.
Nancy Furman: Oh, he's all right, I guess.
Pollyanna: He's very handsome, and he has a nice smile. But there's something... I don't know... funny about him.
Nancy Furman: [suddenly defensive] What do you mean, funny?
Pollyanna: I know what it is! It's his name. He doesn't look at all like a Fred!
Nancy Furman: What?
Pollyanna: He looks more like a George to me!

Pollyanna: Nancy, you know that man?
Nancy Furman: What man?
Pollyanna: The man at the train station. The one who was just here. Well, what was he to Aunt Polly?
Nancy Furman: Oh. You might say they used to be friends. Sort of.
Pollyanna: Do you think he's gonna marry Aunt Polly?
Tillie Lagerlof: Who's gonna marry her?
Nancy Furman: She means Dr. Chilton.
Angelica: Fat chance of that! Who'd want to marry old pickle-faced Harrington?
Pollyanna: Nancy, are you and George gonna get married?
Nancy Furman: We hope to, someday.
Pollyanna: Oh, I am glad. I think everyone should be married. And maybe, when you do get married, Aunt Polly will see how happy it makes you, she'll be very glad to get married herself, then.
Angelica: Glad this, glad that. Do you have to be glad about everything? What's the matter with you, anyway?
Nancy Furman: Oh, lay off her, Angie. She's not hurting you.
Angelica: The way she goes on...
Tillie Lagerlof: That's enough! You heard her. Stop picking on the girl. Take that sherbert out and serve it the way you should.

Aunt Polly: Nancy, I thought I made myself clear about gentlemen callers.
Nancy Furman: Mam?
Aunt Polly: Don't pretend you don't understand me. I saw you and George Dodds out in the summer house.
Nancy Furman: George has been every inch a gentleman with me!
Aunt Polly: We won't discuss it! If you want to remain on my staff, I don't want you to see him any longer.

Angelica: If you ask me, Reverend Ford should've taken sides with Mayor Warren. He had the chance, and what did he do? Said he never takes sides in these matters.
Tillie Lagerlof: Oh, stop sticking your nose into their business and get this sherbert out there!
Angelica: We're out of spoons.
Tillie Lagerlof: Well, wash some up! Don't stand there belly-achin' to me about it!
Angelica: You're in a fine mood, aren't you?
Nancy Furman: Pollyanna, I thought you could use this for your room.
Pollyanna: Oh, thank you, Nancy! Oh, it's gorgeous!
Nancy Furman: Well, thanks for not spilling the beans about you-know-who.
Pollyanna: About Cousin Fred, you mean?
Nancy Furman: Mm-hm. Isn't he handsome?
Pollyanna: I knew it all the time!
Nancy Furman: You did? How did you know?
Pollyanna: Oh, sure, it was easy. I saw you holding hands under the t...
Tillie Lagerlof: If you two ladies have got nothing better to do than sit there gosippin' and snickerin'...
Nancy Furman: Oh, we're just talking, Tillie!
Tillie Lagerlof: Well, talk on your own time. This sherbert is turning to mush.