Jane Darwell credited as playing...
Woodward
- Stebbins: That's the third sneeze.
- Collins: I'm afraid you'll have to go to bed.
- Barbara Barry: But I'm not sick. I feel fine!
- Woodward: Oh, Collins, she's perfectly well. A sneeze is nothing to be alarmed at.
- Collins: Maybe so, But I'm responsible for the child. Come along, dear.
- Woodward: The child sneezes, and you'd think the world has come to an end. Why can't they leave her alone? She's a perfectly normal, healthy child. The way they carried on here, you'd think she was made of glass! Something ought to be done.
- Collins: How Mr. Barry can stand that woman is beyond me.
- Woodward: You can't expect a widower and a man as busy as Mr. Barry to notice everything that goes on in the house.
- Barbara Barry: Will you read to me from this?
- Woodward: All right. Which one is it to be?
- Barbara Barry: It's the one where Betsy runs away from the orphan asylum and meets Tony the organ grinder and his monkey.
- Woodward: [reading] "Betsy Weir was two years old when her mother died. Because the family was poor, Betsy couldn't stay at home, so she was sent to an orphan asylum."
- Barbara Barry: Which was an ugly red brick building far, far away from where Betsy used to live.
- Woodward: Yes, from where Betsy used to live. "Then a young man came dancing around the corner in a green coat and bumped right into her. 'Excuse me,' said the young man. 'I'm always bumping into people. That's why they call me Puddin'-Head.'"
- Woodward: Collins just gets panicky every time the child sneezes.
- Richard Barry: Collins is right. I want every precaution taken.
- Woodward: Of course I know it's none of my business, Mr. Barry, but did you ever stop to consider that the piling up of precautions and attention was bad for the child? Why she's watched over and pampered and babied to death. If I were you, I'd send Barbara to school where she could be with other children.
- Richard Barry: Well, there may be something in that. Ring up Collins and tell her I want to speak to her.
- Barbara Barry: I know what Collins will say. Collins always says no. Daddy, why do I always have to play alone? Why can't I play with other children?
- Richard Barry: Honey, how would you like to go to school?
- Barbara Barry: Oh, goody, goody, goody!
- Richard Barry: Well, I guess that settles it.