Mariah Popham: Mr. Popham! What are you doin' with them women? It's the Sabbath!
Osh Popham: [looking at pictures of scantily-clad women] I'm looking for a work of art to take over to the Careys. Lotta wall space there. Hand me that apron.
Mariah Popham: You can't take any of that junk!
Osh Popham: [dusting off one picture] She had a kind face. Pity she kept liquor on her.
Mariah Popham: [dusting off another picture] There's only one that's fit to hang. She wasn't much to look at, but she was a good woman. Spent her life on the opposin' side. If she hadn't went down with the wreck off Nantucket Light, the demon rum would've been chased off the New England coast. A real martyr. Insisted on goin' down the ship. Everyone else was saved, crew and captain.
Osh Popham: That's a mighty inspirin' story. Mariah, relax and enjoy yourself at the Careys today. This is not time the time to be upsettin' 'em with cold hard facts.
Mariah Popham: I'm warnin' you, Mr. Popham, one day the town constable will come in here and catch you at your sins, and you'll spend the rest of your life in the state prison!
Osh Popham: Mariah, aren't you forgettin' the town constable happens to be named Ossium Popham?

Mariah Popham: You never can look on the dark side, livin' with Mr. Popham.
Margaret Carey: Well, he certainly keeps our spirits up.
Mariah Popham: That's because you don't get him steady. Hopefulness meals, hopefulness days, hopefulness nights, nothin' but one everlastin' stream of hopefulness! Even when he was a boy, Mr. Popham always looked on the bright side whether there was any or not. Oh, his ma and pa got terrible sick of it!
Margaret Carey: It's mighty wonderful, seeing the bright side of everything.
Mariah Popham: Mighty tiring! Now I believe in a cloud that's a first-class cloud, clean and black all the way through. I get mighty tired of Mr. Popham and his silver linings!
Nancy Carey: Well, we all believe in silver linings and rainbows--
Mariah Popham: Well, I don't! I expect the worst and I ain't never been disappointed!

Nancy Carey: Oh, Gilly, you can't take everything. There's just not gonna be room in our horrid new house, and we can't afford to pay storage on junk.
Gilly Carey: Why is my stuff always junk and your stuff always priceless? Here, you can have it, Peter.
Peter Carey: Thanks! I'll put it with my junk.
Nancy Carey: A lot of good that did.

Nancy Carey: We can't afford that horrible little house? Oh, Mother, that's wonderful! Mother, do you remember after Father - well, you remember how we all made ourselves feel better by talking about the things that had been fun with him? And the best thing we thought of was that time we were all in Maine.
Margaret Carey: And we saw the yellow house in Beulah.
Nancy Carey: And we peered into the windows, and wasn't it wonderful? And nobody lived there!
Gilly Carey: Hey, that was years ago. You're wild.
Peter Carey: I remember it.
Gilly Carey: You weren't even born!
Nancy Carey: Well, Mother, a few weeks ago, I decided to try and find out about that yellow house. So I wrote to the postmaster in Beulah, and he answered! His name is Ossium Popham - isn't it a beautiful name?

Nancy Carey: You see, Mother, we were meant to live here!

Peter Carey: Let me tell her, let me tell her!
Margaret Carey: Tell me.
Peter Carey: Well, with this piano, you don't need any hands! You use your feet to make the keys go up and down. And guess what! I played! I played with this leg, and nobody showed me how.
Margaret Carey: That's your smartest leg.

Gilly Carey: [Gilly startles Lallie Joy, making her drop the bags she was carrying] Gee, I'm sorry!
[Picks up the bags for her]
Gilly Carey: They're too heavy for a girl. Allow me.
[Gilly holds open the door and smiles at her]
Digby Popham: [Irritated] You don't have to be *nice* or nothin', she's my *sister*.
[Rolls his eyes at Gilly and goes into the house]

Gilly Carey: Gee, Dig, you liked the city, didn't you?
Digby Popham: It's like Pa always said. Cities are for city folk. The minute I got there, I got to wishin' I was back in Beulah.
Gilly Carey: Why?
Digby Popham: Well, I was just standin' on the street, lookin' at all the people rushin' by me. They looked like ants, and I could no more talk to them than I could talk to an ant.

Gilly Carey: We're out in the sticks, all right.
Nancy Carey: The sticks? It's lovely! Land of promise, land of opportunity!
Gilly Carey: Opportunity for what?
Digby Popham: Well, you got something there. You're the first folks to move into Beulah in more than five years. Most people move away to the city. That's where I'm gonna get as soon as I can.

Osh Popham: [Picks up a caterpillar] That's a mighty handsome critter.
Peter Carey: He has a very ugly face.
Osh Popham: Maybe he's thinking the same thing about you.