Young Charlie: Your picking us as an average family kind of gave me a funny feeling. Jack Graham: What kind of a funny feeling? Young Charlie: Oh, I don't know. I guess I don't like to be an average girl in an average family. Jack Graham: Average fam...
Young Charlie: Mothers don't lose daughters. Don't you remember? They gain sons.
Young Charlie: He thought the world was a horrible place. He couldn't have been very happy, ever. He didn't trust people. Seemed to hate them. He hated the whole world. You know, he said people like us had no idea what the world was really like.
Uncle Charlie: I can't face the world in the morning. I must have coffee before I can speak.
[Uncle Charlie visits the bank] Uncle Charlie: Hello, Joe. Can you stop embezzling a minute and give me your attention? Joseph Newton: Oh, uh, Charles, we don't joke about such things here. Uncle Charlie: Aw, what's a little shortage in the books at ...
Uncle Charlie: Forty thousand dollars is no joke, not to him, I bet. It's a joke to me. The whole world's a joke to me.
Ann Newton: I never make up anything. I get everything from my books. They're all true.
Young Charlie: We just sort of go along and nothing happens. We're in a terrible rut. It's been on my mind for months. What's gonna be our future? Joseph Newton: Oh, come now, Charlie. Things aren't as bad as that. The bank gave me a raise last Janua...
Uncle Charlie: I got in the habit of carrying a lot of cash with me when I was traveling. Mr. Green: Dangerous habit, Mr. Oakley. Uncle Charlie: Never lost a penny in my life, Mr. Green. I guess heaven takes care of fools and scoundrels.
Mrs. Poetter: There's one good thing in being a widow, isn't there? You don't have to ask your husband for money.
Young Charlie: What time does the library close? Ann Newton: If you'd read as much as you should, you'd know it closes at nine.
Ann Newton: Step on a crack, you'll break your mother's back.
Herbie Hawkins: He ran plunk right into the propeller of an airplane. Joseph Newton: Ooh boy! Herbie Hawkins: Cut him all to pieces. Had to identify him by his clothes. His shirts were all initialed.
Jack Graham: It seems to go crazy every now and then, like your Uncle Charlie.
Ann Newton: [Answering the phone] Newton's residence, Ann Newton speaking. Oh, hello, Mrs Henderson, this is Ann. No, Mother isn't here. A telegram? Well... [looks right, then left] Ann Newton: I don't see a pencil so I'll have to have her call you b...
