John McBurney: [screaming] What have you done to me, you vengeful bitches?
Alicia: We can show 'em some really Southern hospitality.
Martha Farnsworth: It's seems the enemy... it's not what we believed.
Martha Farnsworth: I have to say, when they saw me they said, "there is nothing more frightening than a startled woman with a gun."
Martha Farnsworth: Bring me the anatomy book.
Marie: I wanted to bring this to you last night for fear that you might die before morning, but then I thought, since you were unconscious, you wouldn't be able to read it anyway.
John McBurney: That's very logical.
Marie: Are you Catholic?
John McBurney: I was baptized.
Marie: Well then, here's a prayer book for you.
John McBurney: Thank you.
Marie: I thought you might need to confess if you're on the verge of death.
John McBurney: Oh, I think I'll be able to hang around for just a little bit longer.
Martha Farnsworth: If we learn our lessons properly when young, we can expect a calm and happy life when faced with the distractions of the world.
Martha Farnsworth: Is your leg paining you?
John McBurney: Some.
Martha Farnsworth: Well, I hear numbness would be more grave.
John McBurney: Indeed.
Martha Farnsworth: There is some brandy if you wish.
John McBurney: Oh, now that would be a pleasure.
Martha Farnsworth: It's not being offered for your pleasure, only for your comfort.
John McBurney: Listen, don't tell any of the others, but I consider you to be my best friend in this whole place.
Martha Farnsworth: That dress is very becoming, Miss Edwina.
Edwina: Thank you.
Alicia: There might be other attractive shoulders here if we were all permitted to wear such dresses.
Martha Farnsworth: I wouldn't say it's entirely suitable to wear at a young ladies' school; though, we know Miss Edwina's accustomed to town society with different views. I would suggest that we - change the subject. And let Miss Edwina draw her shawl.
[Edwina covers her bare shoulders with her shawl]
Martha Farnsworth: Yes. That will avoid anyones speculation on the subject.
John McBurney: Well, well, well. What are you lovely Southern ladies learning today? The art of castration?
Martha Farnsworth: Hmm, that's what we're gonna do. We're gonna make a nice supper... We'll invite him for a big send-off.
Martha Farnsworth: [carrying Corporal McBurney outside their gate] Lay him here.
Martha Farnsworth: [Admiring the pin Edwina in wearing] Très jolie. Seems like the soldier being here is having an affect.
John McBurney: In the middle of battle with all the iron flying overhead, me first thought was to bury me-self.
Edwina: But, when you couldn't, you ran.
John McBurney: I did. I surely deed I did.
Edwina: That wasn't very brave of you to run.
John McBurney: Maybe not. But, it was smart, I think.
Edwina: Because you're alive?
John McBurney: And now I've met you.
Edwina: You don't even know me.
Martha Farnsworth: I hope the girls weren't telling stories.
John McBurney: What do you care what they say about you?
Martha Farnsworth: I don't. I didn't want you to get the wrong impression.
John McBurney: Then, you do care what I think about you?
Martha Farnsworth: You're a stranger here. That's all.
John McBurney: How did you end up in this place?
Edwina: Why are you so interested in me?
John McBurney: I just recollect you and I are both a little out of place here. I bet you're the independent sort - and the other girls, they don't even know how to get close to you. And then, of course, there's your looks.
Edwina: That doesn't matter to me.
John McBurney: Oh, you can bet it matters to other people. Sorry to tell you and I hope you don't mind me telling you; but, well, in all my travels, I've never come across such a delicate beauty as yours.