Mrs. Brown: That'll be a dispute to the end of time, Mr. Brown: whether it's better to do the right thing for the wrong reason or the wrong thing for the right reason.

[Mrs. Brown is talking with Velvet in the attic]

Mrs. Brown: We're alike. I, too, believe that everyone should have a chance at a breathtaking piece of folly once in his life. I was twenty when they said a woman couldn't swim the Channel. You're twelve; you think a horse of yours can win the Grand National. Your dream has come early; but remember, Velvet, it will have to last you all the rest of your life.

Donald Brown: I was sick all night!

Mr. Herbert Brown: Donald, you told a story, didn't you?

Donald Brown: Yes, sir, it was a story.

Mr. Herbert Brown: Well, you know what to do.

Donald Brown: What?

Mr. Herbert Brown: You say you're sorry.

[Donald puts his head on his hand]

Mr. Herbert Brown: Well?

Mrs. Brown: He's thinking.

Mr. Herbert Brown: [to Donald] Well, make up your mind.

Donald Brown: Alright, I'm sorry.

[continues eating his dinner]

Mr. Herbert Brown: Well, go on. Sorry for what?

Donald Brown: For being sick all night!

Mr. Herbert Brown: That boy will make a lawyer.

Donald Brown: I was sick all night!

Malvolia "Mally" Brown: That's a lie, Donald. You weren't sick.

Donald Brown: I could've been sick if I wanted to.

Mrs. Brown: What's the meaning of goodness if there isn't a little badness to overcome?

Mr. Hallam: So you're to win the gelding, are you Velvet?

Velvet: Oh, of course I'm to win.

Mr. Hallam: There are ways of arranging it, aren't there? And your father's a clever man...

Velvet: Oh, I didn't bother him, Mr. Hallam. I just arranged it with God.

Edwina Brown: I'm so angry I could shake you!

Malvolia "Mally" Brown: I only wanted to explain about the polish...

Edwina Brown: you told Miss Sims I was meeting a *boy*! It's a wonder you didn't tell her who and where!

Malvolia "Mally" Brown: I didn't know where!

Mr. Herbert Brown: Donald, go back to bed.

Donald Brown: I'll only fall asleep.

Mr. Herbert Brown: That is the general purport and intention.

Velvet Brown: Who's been in my box?

Donald Brown: Me.

Edwina Brown: [correcting him] "I."

Donald Brown: You, too?

Velvet Brown: I want it all quickly 'cause I don't want God to stop and think and wonder if I'm getting more than my share.

Mi Taylor: Some day you'll learn that greatness is only the seizing of opportunity - clutching with your bare hands 'til the knuckles show white.

Velvet: He's beautiful, Mr. Ede. What's his name?

Farmer Ede: Name? He's a murderous pirate, not deserving of a name.

Velvet: Oh no, not pirate. He's a gentle one. I'll just call him Pi.

Mr. Herbert Brown: [Velvet is pretending she's riding The Pi] Who's this Pi? A new one?

Velvet Brown: Oh, Father, you should see him, he's beautiful. He never puts a foot wrong.

Mr. Herbert Brown: Who?

Velvet Brown: Mr. Ede's new horse. I'm in love with him.

Mr. Herbert Brown: You're a fickle woman. I've heard you say that about other horses.

[Mi is trying to tell Velvet the "tricks" for the Grand National]

Velvet Brown: Don't, Mi! No matter what you say or do everyone else out there will know more than me. It's no use, Mi.

Mi Taylor: Do think a race like this is won by luck?

Velvet Brown: No, by knowing the Pi can win and telling him so!

Mr. Herbert Brown: It's one thing to out-think a man, quite another to outsmart him.

Mrs. Brown: And who will say which is which?

Donald Brown: I want my insect bottle!

Edwina Brown: Shut up and stop being disgusting.

Mr. Herbert Brown: [Sees Edwina polishing Donald's toenails] What sort of savagery is this?

Donald Brown: Paint!

Edwina Brown: Only in fun, Father. We thought it would look pretty.

Donald Brown: I don't like it!

Mr. Herbert Brown: The child doesn't like it. Wipe it off.

Donald Brown: I don't mind it.