Anne Shirley: Can't you even imagine you're in the depths of despair?
Marilla Cuthbert: No I cannot. To despair is to turn your back on God.
Marilla Cuthbert: Oh, stuff and nonsense.
Anne Shirley: Don't you ever imagine things differently from what they are?
Marilla Cuthbert: No.
Anne Shirley: Oh Marilla, how much you miss.
Matthew Cuthbert: It's a girl.
Marilla Cuthbert: Well, I can see that.
Anne Shirley: Oh, Marilla, you look so elegant.
Marilla Cuthbert: You don't make important visits in kitchen clothes.
Anne Shirley: I don't think Mrs. Barry is a well bred woman. I don't believe God himself would entirely meet with her approval.
Marilla Cuthbert: Anne, you musn't say things like that especially in front of the minister's wife. But, if you left God out of it, you'd have it just about right.
Marilla Cuthbert: Oh, this is a fine kettle of fish.
