Anne of Green Gables (1985)

Jonathan Crombie: Gilbert Blythe

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Quotes 

• Josie Pye : Hey, Anne! How do you spell freckles?

  Diana Barry : Hey, Josie! How do you spell ugly?

  Gilbert Blythe : Congratulations on the spelling test, Anne.

  [Anne nods her head at Gilbert] 

  Gilbert Blythe : Oh, well at least you're acknowledging me now. That's an improvement.

  Anne Shirley : It is impolite to pass a person without at least nodding, and so I nod out of elementary good breeding, nothing more.

  Gilbert Blythe : Oh, why don't you get off your high horse?

  Anne Shirley : Thank you for your heartfelt congratulations, Mr. Blythe. But allow me to inform you that next time I shall be first in every subject.

  Diana Barry : Anne! You've got more nerve than a fox in a hen house.

  Anne Shirley : I don't see any need in being civil to someone who chooses to associate with the likes of Josie Pye.

  Diana Barry : You're just jealous.

  Anne Shirley : I am not. You take that back, Diana Barry!

  Diana Barry : She's jealous of you. Gilbert told Charlie Sloan that you're the smartest girl in school, right in front of Josie.

  Anne Shirley : He did?

  Diana Barry : He told Charlie that being smart was better than being good-looking.

  Anne Shirley : I might have known he meant to insult me.

  Diana Barry : No, he didn't.

  Anne Shirley : It isn't better. I'd much rather be pretty than smart. But at least I don't have to cheat like Josie does.

  Diana Barry : She doesn't have to cheat; she just does it because she's a Pye.

• Anne Shirley : Well, if you must know, I was in Diana's skiff but it sprang a leak and I had to climb onto the piling or sink. Now, if you'd be so kind as to row me to the landing.

  Gilbert Blythe : Ah, I see. Well, then the fact is I rescued you.

  Anne Shirley : Help was on the way and I was calmly waiting for it.

  Gilbert Blythe : You're most welcome.

  Anne Shirley : I am grateful for your assistance, Mr. Blythe, even though it was not required. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to find my friends. They are likely overcome with fear for my life.

  Gilbert Blythe : Well, Anne, wait. Wait a minute. I was just down at the post office to see if the Queens results had been printed.

  Anne Shirley : Congratulations on coming first, Gilbert. I'm sure you're very proud of your achievements.

  Gilbert Blythe : Wait a second, you ninny. We tied for first place. You and I. I figured you'd have it for sure. We all passed our entire class.

  Anne Shirley : First of all two hundred?

  Gilbert Blythe : I'm sorry you had to share it with me.

  Anne Shirley : I never expected to beat you.

  Gilbert Blythe : Can't we be friends now? This childishness has gone on long enough, don't you think?

  Anne Shirley : The fact that you rescued me unnecessarily hardly wipes out past wrongs.

  Gilbert Blythe : Look, I'm sorry I ever said anything about your hair. You have no idea how sorry. But it was so long ago. Aren't you ever going to forgive me?

  Anne Shirley : You hurt my feelings excruciatingly.

  Gilbert Blythe : I only said it because I Because I wanted to meet you so much.

  Anne Shirley : Why did you turn your back on me at the Christmas ball?

  Gilbert Blythe : Anne, that was over a year ago.

  Anne Shirley : It was a deliberate humiliation.

  Gilbert Blythe : And I knew exactly what you were thinking, too, Anne Shirley. You and Diana Barry. Look, can we be friends now?

  Anne Shirley : Why don't you figure it out, if you're so clever?

  Gilbert Blythe : Anne, wait a minute.

  Anne Shirley : Everyone will think I've drowned.

• [Gilbert Blythe, rowing a boat, found Anne clinging to the post under a bridge] 

  Gilbert Blythe : Anne Shirley. What in heck are you doing here?

  Anne Shirley : [trying to sound dignified]  Fishing, for lake trout.

• Gilbert Blythe : Well, I figured you can give me a hand with my work, and we'll call it a fair exchange.

  Anne Shirley : Aren't you worried? I'm liable to break another slate over your head.

  Gilbert Blythe : I'm more worried I might break one over yours, carrots.

  [softly] 

  Gilbert Blythe : I'll walk you home.

  [after Gilbert Blythe's remark, to Anne Shirley, the movie then concluded, showing closing credits] 

• Josie Pye : [while Anne is taking to Diana, Marilla and Mrs. Barry]  I saw you fawning over Anne Shirley.

  Gilbert Blythe : Well, you sure couldn't get up there and give a recital like that.

  Josie Pye : I could be up there on stage.

  Gilbert Blythe : Well, I'd like to see that sometime, Josie Pye.

• Gilbert Blythe : Anne, wait! I'm sorry for teasing you about your hair. Don't be mad at me for keeps.

  Diana Barry : Oh, Anne, how could you? Gilbert always makes fun of the girls. He calls me crow head all the time, but I've never heard him apologize before.

  Anne Shirley : There's a world of difference between being called crow-head and being called carrots. I shall never forgive Gilbert Blythe. The iron has entered my soul, Diana. My mind is made up; my red hair is a curse.

• Anne Shirley : Marilla has given me strict instructions not to talk a head off. I do have a habit of chattering on so. Why, if I could imagine myself as a bird, a magpie would probably be the closest thing I could resemble. Oh, Diana, I've always dreamed of being in a three-legged race at a picnic. Would you do me the honor of being my patner?

  Diana Barry : But there aren't any other girls in it.

  Anne Shirley : You're a sturdy looking girl, and I'm fast. I know we'd stand a good chance.

  Diana Barry : I guess so.

  Anne Shirley : Come on!

  Gilbert Blythe : Hey, Diana, who's your friend?

  Diana Barry : Anne Shirely.

• Gilbert Blythe : Psst! Carrots! Carrots!

• Anne Shirley : I suppose some people consider it an accomplishment to walk a little picket fence, Diana. I knew of a girl in Marysville who could walk the ridgepole of a roof.

  Josie Pye : I don't believe it. You sure couldn't, Little Miss Bookworm.

  Anne Shirley : Oh, couldn't I?

  Gilbert Blythe : It's little risky, don't you think, Anne?

  Anne Shirley : Is it indeed, Mr. Blythe?