Bert West: They're going at it hot-n-heavy down here. Johnson was spreading it on thick.
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Nettie Putnam: Come in! You're not crippled are ya?
Nettie Putnam: Stop grinning like a Cheshire Cat!
Bert West: I guess we understand each other. Well, anytime you feel frisky, look me up!
Will Oliver: I'm so glad I could dance the jig! Let me look at you. Dad-gum! I'll be dad-gum.
Will Oliver: Hello, Irene. What are you all primped up for? I guess all the girls will be primpin' up now that you're back, Matt.
Will Oliver: Far fields are always the greenest.
Will Oliver: A man don't need much more than a - roof over his head and peace and quiet and a good pipe.
Nettie Putnam: I want to warn you, Matthew. Be careful. Gossip in a village like this travels like a prairie fire.
Mathilda Sherman: There's something doing over at Will Oliver's house. Old Will's been pacing the floor madder than a hornet.
Bert West: The old carpet sweeper's out to pick up the dirt!
Matthew Putnam: I've been away from Rockridge so long I've forgotten just how small a small town can be.
Matthew Putnam: When I'm through with this town you won't even be able to find it on the map!
Bert West: They're going at it hot-n-heavy down here. Johnson was spreading it on thick.
Nettie Putnam: Come in! You're not crippled are ya?
Nettie Putnam: Stop grinning like a Cheshire Cat!
Bert West: I guess we understand each other. Well, anytime you feel frisky, look me up!
Will Oliver: I'm so glad I could dance the jig! Let me look at you. Dad-gum! I'll be dad-gum.
Will Oliver: Hello, Irene. What are you all primped up for? I guess all the girls will be primpin' up now that you're back, Matt.
Will Oliver: Far fields are always the greenest.
Will Oliver: A man don't need much more than a - roof over his head and peace and quiet and a good pipe.
Nettie Putnam: I want to warn you, Matthew. Be careful. Gossip in a village like this travels like a prairie fire.
Mathilda Sherman: There's something doing over at Will Oliver's house. Old Will's been pacing the floor madder than a hornet.
Bert West: The old carpet sweeper's out to pick up the dirt!
Matthew Putnam: I've been away from Rockridge so long I've forgotten just how small a small town can be.
Matthew Putnam: When I'm through with this town you won't even be able to find it on the map!
Bert West: They're going at it hot-n-heavy down here. Johnson was spreading it on thick.
Matthew Putnam: Don't tell me you brought me all the way back from Europe just to give me a balling out? Nettie Putnam: You've had your education, your fling, and your foolishness. Now it's time to settle down.
Bert West: Would you like a drink of imported scotch? Matthew Putnam: Where's it imported from? Bert West: Waysville! That's the nearest thing to Paris in these parts. You and me could have a swell time in Waysville.
Matthew Putnam: You're not Marge Oliver? Marge Oliver: I am! Matthew Putnam: What? That funny, homely little freckled face kid? Marge Oliver: You weren't so good looking yourself.
Will Oliver: Tea? I got somethin' better than tea. Will Oliver: Tea's only good for old women.
Marge Oliver: You shouldn't take him so seriously. Roy Daniels: Well, he talks too much! Marge Oliver: Touchy. Only small-minded people take offense of everything.
Nettie Putnam: How did you enjoy your trip up to Willow Creek. Matthew Putnam: How'd you know about that? Nettie Putnam: A little bird told me. He told me you were holding hands too. Matthew Putnam: Your little bird exaggerates. I haven't got that far yet.
Mathilda Sherman: And her going around looking so *pure* and innocent. You'd think butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Clara West: Well, you know the old saying, "Still waters run deep."
Marge Oliver: You needn't feel sorry for me. I'll get along all right. You're the one who needs the sympathy, Mr. Sherman. You don't even dare to call your soul your own. Thomas Sherman: What do you mean? Marge Oliver: Don't worry. Christmas is coming. Maybe your wife will give you a dog collar.
Will Oliver: Mrs. Sherman's trying to put over something shady. Marge Oliver: Keep still, Dad. Will Oliver: I won't keep still! What right has that old hen got to make a lot of rules of her own?
Nettie Putnam: You've caught me, Matthew. Are you shocked? Matthew Putnam: Well, listening in on a party wire isn't a very edifying way of passing your time.
Nettie Putnam: Deborah, get me some clothes. Deborah: Clothes, Miss Nettie? What kind of clothes? Nettie Putnam: Just clothes, you idiot! A dress, petticoat, shoes, stockings, hat, gloves! Never mind the gloves. Deborah: What do you want clothes for? Nettie Putnam: Cause I can't go down to the meeting in my nightgown! Can I? Deborah: You can't go out. Why, you haven't been out of your bed in 15 years. Nettie Putnam: I may not be out in another 15 years. But, tonight's my night to howl! Get me some clothes!
