Anne of Green Gables: The Squel

Where is sleep?

Over the mountains of the moon, down the valley of the shadow,

Beneath the waves of the deep gulf stream,

Replied the handsome duke in dark languid tones.

In dark languid tones.

In dark forbodden tones.

He fervantly stroked her alibaster brow.

As she fell under his cloak of darkness.

Here's some tea for you.

Morgan, look. Do you think she needs help?

Are you a journalist?

No, a teacher.

No, I'm a writer.

Actually I write books.

Books? -Books.

I hope nothing's spoiled, miss.

Doesn't matter. I keep it all filed away in my imagination anyway.

Morgan, we'll be late for our lunchen.

Thank you. -Excuse me.

Bye Barbara! Don't forget your lunchpail! -Bye Miss Sherley!

Bye Jacob! Good Luck with your job at the Smithy.

Goodbye Minnie May!

Is that how you smoke it? -Don't you know anything?

You have to like it to make the paper stick.

What do you want?

My mama says smoking makes your mouth brown and your ears stick out.

Well your mother's an old wind bag. -No, she is not! I'm gonna tell Miss Sherley you two have been smoking.

You do and I'll sic my dog on you. -Will not! You can't catch me!

Let's see how you like being locked up. You little tattle-tail.

Let me go! I'm gonna tell on you two!

Let me go! I'm gonna tell on you two!

You two are bad boys and I'm gonna... -See how you like that you tattle tail.

Yeah, we're gonna sic his dog on you if you say anything.

Why, Minnie May!

Anthony Pye and Tommy Bell locked me in here because I was gonna tell on those two.

They were smoking cigarettes and Anthony's gonna sic his watch dog on me.

He'll do no such thing. Now, you run home. Your mother will be wondering where you are.

Alright, Miss Sherley.

Ahh, Good day, Miss Sherley. -Good Afternoon, Mr. Pye.

Must be glad school's out. I hope my Anthony behaved himself this year.

Anthony's grades have been quite good, and he is well liked by everyone.

I understand from Minnie May Barry that you have an excellent watch dog looking out for you, Anthony.

Oh and that's a fact. No foxes around our chicken coop this year, Miss Sherley.

A finer watch dog you'll never see, so Minnie May was just telling me.

Oh and thank you, Anthony for volunteering with Tommy to whitewash the outhouse for me next Monday.

I hear you two are quite excellent painters. Well, I'll be seeing you, then, Monday morning at 9:00. Good Day.

I'm sorry. I know you're closed, Mrs. Harrison. But I promised Marilla I'd pick up the mail in town today.

The post man, he left a registered card in our box yesterday. -Lucky you caught us, Anne Shirley.

Don't know if I've seen anthing come through today, though. -No, ma'am. No, nothing for Green Gables.

But I have a registered card, Mrs. Sloane.

Oh, just a minute, now. Oh! That's right!

I remember. One of them big manilla envelopes that you've been sending out recently did come back yesterday registered mail.

Yes, here it is. Now.

Can't see a thing without my glasses. -It's got yoru name on it, alright.

"Curtis Publishing Company, Boston." Ain't they magazine people?

Must be a complimentary subscription or some such nuisance.

Thanks so much for letting me in. Good afternoon Mrs. Harrison, Mrs. Sloane.

So, this is why you keep disappearing on me every time I plan to pick you up after school.

Gilbert Blythe! -All this secrecy.

You never have time to speak to your friends anymore. -You give that back or I won't speak to you again.

Well if you're going to be so touchy. -Thank you.

You know, people think you have been acting very peculiarly lately, and I might as well tell you so.

Why didn't you show up at the Carmody Spring Festival? I saved a spot for you at our table.

I was busy. I was trying to get my finals marked.

Anne, you had your finals marked and posted with the board before I did.

What are you up to? -Nothing.

This is a completely personal matter. -I suppose it must be.

You can't keep your word anymore. -Good Grief!

You know how to try one's patience, don't you?

Don't get up on your high horse with me, Anne Shirley.

I cycled all the way from Carmody to tell you something I found out about Diana Barry today.

You are a real pill, Dilbert Blythe.

What about Diana Barry? -Uh-uh. Not until you spill the beans.

You won't say anything to your folks or Jane Andrews or Charlie Sloane?

On my honor.

And your promise, you won't ever tease me about this. -I wouldn't risk your anger.

"Dear Miss Shirley,

We regret to return the enclosed manuscript 'Avril's Atonement' but

are unable to accept it for publication.

Sincerely yours, Women's Home Journal Magazine"?

You know the story I wrote this spring?

I'm attempting to have it published. -Anne, that's tremendous!

Listen to this everybody!

Avonlea's public school teacher soon to become world famous Canadian author--

It hasn't happened yet, you fool! And don't you dare tell anyone.

Now what's all the fuss about Diana Barry?

Well from what I understand, she's going on an extended vacation this summer.

Is that all? Where is she going? -You mean, with whom is she going?

Alright, with whom, then? What difference does it make? -Fred Wright obviously makes a lot of difference to her.

He's proposed and Diana has accepted.

Proposed? -Charlie Sloane found out from Fred himself.

Roly Poly Fred Wright?

But they hardly know each other.

Of all the stupid, sentimental things for Diana to do.

I didn't even know it was like this. She probably only accepted because

Fred was the first person to even ask her. -Don't be silly.

Fred's a terrific fellow. -He better steer clear of me.

He has no business waltzing in, stealing my best friend. -You're not jealous, are you?

No.

Just disappointed.

Why do people have to grow up and marry, change?

Oh, you'll change. If someone ever admitted that they were head over heels for you,

You'd be swept off your feet in a moment. -I would not.

And I defy anyone who would try and make me change. -You do?

Last one to the bridge is a stuffed goose!

Cheaters never prosper, Anne Shirley.

Watch out, Rover!

You've had it now, Miss Sherley.

Sorry, Diana. -Sorry.

But Gil, he fell in the brook.

Well, thank you for the lovely walk, Diana. -Please thank your mother for the crochets.

Myra Gillis had 37 doilies when she got married and I'm determined to have at least as many as she had.

I suppose it would be impossible to keep house with only 36 doilies.

But I assure you, Mr. Wright, Diana will be the sweetest little homemaker in the world.

So long as you can afford to let her keep up with the Gillis'.

Well, I hope so. Good day, ladies, Gilbert.

Well, I better go get my bicycle. I'll talk to you ladies later. Bye.

Anne Shirley, that was...

I've never been so humiliated in all my life.

That was the meanest--

How could you make fun of me in public? -Diana, I wasn't making fun.

I was just teasing.

I'm sorry. -You always have to be the center of attention

whenever Gilbert Blythe is in anyone's company. -That's not true.

Please, forgive me Diana. I didn't mean to pick a quarrel.

Why couldn't you have told me about you and Fred yourself?

I feel like I lost my best friend.

You were so busy writing your book and marking exam papers.

It just happened.

Then he asked.

I'm really happy.

But it does seem ridiculous to think of me being engaged to Fred, doesn't it?

I don't care what he looks like. He's got a good heart. He's so thoughtful.

We'll probably make a pudgy old couple some day. But it doesn't matter.

I'm glad for you, Diana. -Don't you ever mean to get married?

Perhaps. If I meet the right one..

What about Gilbert? -Gilbert's just a chum.

I don't care for him that way. You know what my ideal is, Diana.

Tall, irresistably handsome, proud, and melancholy.

But people's ideals change sometimes.

Mine wouldn't. And I wouldn't care for any man who didn't fulfill them.

What if you never meet him? -Then I shall die an old maid.

I suppose you're right to be discriminating.

Half the men across the country will be courting you when your story's published.

You're going to be famous and I'll be so proud.

What is it?

"Women's Home Journal" sent it back. -What?

The editor must be crazy! What reason did he give?

No reason at all. Just a printed slip saying it wasn't acceptable. -That's ridiculous!

He mustn't have read it. I'm going to cancel my subscription immediately.

"Avril's Atonement." It sounded so inspriing and romantic.

If you can tell me truthfully, Diana, if you can recall any major faults in my story?

The part where Avril makes the cake.

It doesn't-- It doesn't seem to match the rest of the story.

But that's one of the most romantic parts in the whole story!

It's a well known fact that great ladies of old believed that the culinary arts also fed the soul.

Well, I'll have to read it again to remember what my first opinion was.

If you let me keep it, maybe I can suggest some changes.

You don't know how discouraging it is to get a rejection, Diana.

And right when I'm in the midst of writing a new epic: "Rosaline's Revenge."

It certainly takes the bloom off the rose. -Don't be discouraged, Anne.

Anne Shirley! I'm not going to put with this a day longer.

I warned Marilla not to let it happen again. Well, it has.

Patience has ceased to be a virtue. I want this rumpus stopped right now.

Would you just calm down and tell me what the trouble is. -Calm down?

First it was our potatoes. Then my June lilies, which Thomas planted on our 25th wedding anniversary.

Now this darn jersey cow's devoured almost all my prize-winning cabbages.

And if Tillie Boulter walks away with the red ribbon at the Charlottetown exhibition,

you can let Marilla know I am holding her financially responsible.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Lynde because Dolly is my cow, not Marilla's.

Matthew bought her for me two years ago as a calf from Mr. Bell. -Sorry?

Well, sorry is not going to help the habit this cow has made trampling through my cabbages.

And if you think... -I am sorry.

But the fence that separates your potato field from our pasture is an eyesore.

And if you'd keeep it in better repair, Dolly wouldn't have broken in. -A jail fence wouldn't keep that devil out!

And what's more, my Thomas has been far too ill the past six months to repair any fences.

And I know one thing, you red-headed snippet! You'd be better employed fixing that fence yourself,

rather than mooning around, wasting your time, writing for some rubbishy magazine.

I would rather spend my time profitably than squander it in idle gossip,

meddling in other people's affairs.

I won't cherish any hard feelings against you because of your narrow minded opinions.

But thank goodness I have an imagination

which allows me to understand how it must be to find a cow amongst prize-winning cabbages.

Dolly shall never break into your field again. I give you my word of honor on that point.

Well, you just make sure that she doesn't!

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. -Well Marilla, I hope that canal horse destroys your tomato patch next.

And don't expect any sympathy from your girl. I've always warned you she had a temper to match her hair.

Oh, good Lord.

She can't possibly get out now unless she tears the fence down.

I never realized Mrs. Lynde was such a crank. -There's certainly nothing of a kindred spirit in her.

You set your heart too much on frivolous things and then crash down into despair when you don't get them.

I know. I can't help flying up on the winds of anticipation.

It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset. It almost pays for the thud.

Well, maybe it does. But I'd rather walk calmly along and do without both flying and thud.

Marin. He's forgotten the cows on Orchard Slope.

I was as polite as I could be, under the circumstances, Marilla.

And I apologized, despite her stinging personal remarks.

Rachel specializes in getting under people's skin, I know.

But you ought to have bit your tongue, Anne, seeing as we were in the wrong.

No, I ought to have sold Dolly to Gilbert's father a month ago when he wanted to buy her.