01x20 - My World Has Fallen Apart

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Anne: As the summer we lost Ruby came to an end,

Anne: I was preparing for my return to Kingsport...

Harrison: Say, Anne, been writing any more stories lately?

Anne: No.

Harrison: Well, Mrs. Hiram Sloane told me the other day that a big envelope

Harrison: addressed to that baking powder company had been dropped into the post office box.

Harrison: I suspected that maybe you were trying for the prize they'd offered

Harrison: for the best story that introduced the name of their baking powder.

Anne: Indeed, no!

Anne: I think it would be perfectly disgraceful to write a story as an advertisement.

Diana: Anne!

Diana: There you are.

Diana: Here's a letter for you.

Diana: Here!

Diana: I was at the office, so I thought I'd bring it along.

Diana: Do open it quick.

Anne: What's come over you, Diana?

Diana: I'm wild with delight. Go on, read it.

Anne: "We have much pleasure in informing you"

Anne: "that your charming story 'Averil's Atonement'"

Anne: "has won the prize of twenty-five dollars offered in our recent competition."

Anne: "Yours very truly, The Rollings Reliable Baking Powder Co."

Anne: What?

Sign: Chapter

Sign: My World Has Tumbled Into Pieces

Anne: I don't understand.

Anne: How could my story have won the prize?

Diana: I sent it!

Diana: Oh, I knew it would win!

Diana: At first I thought I'd ask you to send it in.

Diana: But you had so little faith left in it.

Diana: So I just decided I'd send the copy you gave me.

Diana: Why, Anne, you don't seem a bit pleased!

Anne: I'm so amazed—I can't realize it.

Anne: There wasn't a word in my story about... about baking powder.

Diana: Oh, I put that in.

Diana: It was as easy as a wink.

Diana: When Averil bakes the cake,

Diana: I just added, "and I will never use any baking powder except Rollings."

Diana: Here!

Diana: The twenty-five dollars you've won!

Anne: Diana,

Anne: I can't take it.

Anne: It's yours by right. You sent the story in.

Diana: The honor of being a friend of the prize-winner is enough for me.

Diana: I'm so glad for your sake, Anne.

Anne: Oh, Diana,

Anne: I think you are the sweetest and truest friend in the world,

Anne: and I assure you I appreciate the motive of what you've done.

Davy: Gilbert's here to see you, Anne.

Davy: Are you well?

Gilbert: Why, what is the matter?

Gilbert: I came to congratulate you.

Anne: Oh, Gilbert, not you.

Anne: I thought you would understand.

Gilbert: I must confess I can't. What is wrong?

Anne: Everything.

Anne: I loved my poor little story.

Anne: What will the professors think when they hear I've written an advertisement?

Anne: And, oh, when it gets out at Redmond! Think how I'll be teased and laughed at!

Gilbert: Why worry what anyone else thinks?

Gilbert: One would rather write masterpieces of literature, no doubt.

Gilbert: But, meanwhile, meals have to be bought and board has to be paid.

Gilbert: Put the prize toward tuition fees and consider that it enhances your learning.

Anne: I suppose one must face reality.

Anne: But I cannot feel easy in my mind about it.

Gilbert: Then will you let me read your story sometime?

Anne: Certainly. But whatever for?

Gilbert: Because then I'll be able to tell whether you wrote it as an advertisement.

Anne: I'd like you to read it very much.

Anne: Isn't it lovely?

Anne: Do you know, I didn't notice until just now?

Gilbert: This view has made my own cares pale into insignificance more than once.

Anne: Gilbert, did you really come to congratulate me?

Gilbert: Yes, of course.

Anne: He must have known I was feeling miserable.

Gilbert: Good. She looks more cheerful than I'd feared.

Anne: Thank you.

Gilbert: Just think, next week we start our second year at Redmond.

Philippa: It's homier than home.

Anne: It's pictures galore after all, I see.

Anne: Although Miss Patty didn't seem to want us putting more holes in her wallpaper.

Philippa: We'll putty the holes up when we leave, dear.

Philippa: Now, Stella, when does Aunt Jamesina come to live with us?

Stella: Tomorrow. And she's bringing a cat.

Priscilla: A cat! I adore cats!

Anne: Then there will be six of us living under one roof.

Philippa: Five and one animal, you mean.

Priscilla: Call it four and two animals.

Philippa: Good morning, Charlie.

Philippa: My, what good friends you are.

Anne: Oh, stop it.

Gilbert: Good morning, friendly fellow lodgers.

Philippa: Good morning, Gilbert.

Philippa: The living room has come together splendidly.

Philippa: You must visit.

Gilbert: Of course.

Gilbert: Well, I have class across the hall.

Priscilla: Later, then.

Philippa: Anne?

Philippa: Has anything happened between you and Gilbert?

Anne: No.

Anne: What?

Philippa: I don't miss much in affairs of the heart.

Anne: Honestly, nothing's happened!

Philippa: You don't need to hide it.

Anne: Goodness!

Anne: You mustn't follow me.

Anne: I'm sorry, but we already have a cat coming to stay.

Anne: No. Shoo.

Anne: It's not a laughing matter!

Philippa: That cat must have taken a real fancy to you, Anne.

Priscilla: Was he as thin as all that?

Stella: You should have fed him.

Anne: No. If I did that, I would have to keep him.

Anne: You can't simply waltz in uninvited.

Priscilla: He has evidently adopted you.

Philippa: He really is emaciated.

Stella: Poor creature.

Anne: Well, I'll give him a square meal and then he must return to whence he came.

Philippa: He plainly means to stay.

Priscilla: Something has to be done.

Stella: We can't keep him.

Stella: Aunt Jimsie will bring her cat with her.

Anne: Yes.

Anne: That's why I told him and myself that it was not to be.

Anne: Oh.

Anne: Oh, I can't pretend any longer!

Anne: He's my cat!

Anne: His name is Rusty!

Philippa: What, you've already christened him?

Priscilla: How like Anne.

Stella: Now you'll have to convince Aunt Jimsie and the other cat.

Anne: Yes, I'll try.

Anne: Be good, Rusty.

Stella: Um... Aunt Jamesina,

Stella: I thought you said you were bringing one cat.

Jamesina: A dear friend begged me to take him.

Jamesina: The stately one is the Sarah-cat.

Jamesina: The meek one is my dear friend's, Joseph.

Jamesina: The Sarah-cat never fights and Joseph rarely.

Anne: Rusty!

Anne: No, Rusty!

Anne: Stop that!

Jamesina: It's all right. Let them fight it out.

Jamesina: You see?

Jamesina: They've made friends.

Anne: How I admire you, Aunt Jamesina!

Jamesina: But I only keep cats proper.

Jamesina: You're old enough to know how to behave if you're ever going to be.

Anne; Priscilla; Philippa; Stella: Of course.

Jamesina: But then again,

Jamesina: as far as I am concerned, you can all go to destruction in your own way.

Anne: Gilbert.

Anne: You would be very unwise.

Anne: Thank you.

Philippa: What a dull, interminable day it's been.

Anne: But to some people, it has been a wonderful day.

Anne: And some heart has been broken.

Philippa: I don't like to think of broken hearts or anything unpleasant.

Anne: Do you think you'll be able to shirk unpleasant things all your life, Phil?

Philippa: Dear me, no. Am I not up against them now?

Philippa: Alec and Alonzo simply plague my life out.

Jamesina: It shouldn't be hard to decide.

Philippa: I was born a seesaw, Auntie, and nothing can ever prevent me from teetering.

Philippa: Oh, I'd marry Gilbert Blythe if he were rich.

Anne: Gilbert and you?

Anne: You have every right, of course.

Philippa: Oh, I'm not setting out to marry Gilbert Blythe.

Philippa: Perish the thought.

Philippa: I'll have to marry sometime, I suppose,

Philippa: but I shall put off the evil day as long as I can.

Philippa: In any case, I'm starving now.

Anne: I made a lemon pie this morning. It's in the pantry.

Philippa: You're a darling!

Philippa: May today be a wonderful day for you!

Jamesina: That girl is pretty and sweet and good-hearted,

Philippa: Oh, it looks scrumptious! I can't help myself!

Jamesina: but do you think she is quite right in her mind, by spells?

Anne: There's nothing the matter with Phil's mind. It's just her way of talking.

Anne: It's a fine day, Rusty. Shall we go for a walk?

Anne: Rusty?

Anne: Hello, Gilbert.

Gilbert: Hello, Anne.

Anne: Mayflowers?

Gilbert: Yes.

Gilbert: Don't these remind you of home and our old school-day picnics?

Anne: Oh, yes.

Gilbert: I suppose you will be there in reality in a few days?

Anne: Yes, once I put the house in order.

Anne: You'll be in Avonlea before I will.

Gilbert: No, I shall not be in Avonlea at all this summer.

Gilbert: I've been offered a job in the Daily News office and I'm going to take it.

Anne: Oh, Phil... Phil, come out this instant.

Anne: You mustn't work too hard.

Anne: Isn't this a delightful evening?

Anne: Do you know, I found a cluster of white violets under that tree over there?

Anne: I felt as if I had discovered a gold mine.

Anne: Let us go and see if we can find some more.

Anne: I'll call Phil and—

Gilbert: Never mind Phil and the violets just now.

Gilbert: There is something I want to say to you.

Anne: Oh, don't say it. Don't—please, Gilbert.

Gilbert: I must. Things can't go on like this any longer.

Gilbert: Anne, I love you.

Gilbert: You know I do.

Gilbert: I can't tell you how much.

Gilbert: Will you promise me that some day, you'll be my wife?

Anne: I...

Anne: I...

Anne: I can't.

Anne: Oh, Gilbert, you've spoiled everything.

Gilbert: How... How do you feel about me?

Anne: I do care a great deal for you as a friend.

Anne: But I don't love you, Gilbert.

Gilbert: But can't you give me some hope that you will—yet?

Anne: No, I can't.

Anne: You must never speak of this to me again.

Anne: And we must go on being friends.

Gilbert: Friends!

Gilbert: I want your love—and you tell me I can never have that.

Anne: I'm sorry.

Gilbert: There have been times when I thought you did care.

Gilbert: I've deceived myself, that's all.

Gilbert: Goodbye, Anne.

Philippa: You are an idiot, Anne Shirley!

Anne: Do you call it idiotic to refuse to marry a man I don't love?

Philippa: You don't know love when you see it.

Philippa: You've tricked something out with your imagination that you think love,

Philippa: and you expect the real thing to look like that.

Anne: Phil, please go away and leave me alone for a little while.

Anne: My world has tumbled into pieces.

Anne: I want to reconstruct it.

Philippa: Without any Gilbert in it?

Anne: A world without any Gilbert in it?!

Anne: A world without any Gilbert in it?

Anne: A world without...

Marilla: Is that you, Rachel? That was quick.

Anne: Hello, Marilla.

Marilla: Anne Shirley!

Marilla: I never looked for you till tomorrow night.

Anne: I just got homesick all at once, and came a day earlier.

Anne: I've had such a lovely walk, picking flowers in the twilight.

Anne: Smell them.

Marilla: Sit down, child. You must be real tired.

Anne: I am.

Marilla: How is Gilbert?

Marilla: He isn't coming home this summer, I hear.

Anne: He is.

Davy: Anne, ain't I glad to see you!

Anne: Davy!

Davy: Say, Anne, I've grown two inches since last fall.

Davy: And say, Anne, see my front tooth. It's gone.

Anne: Goodness! And have you been a good boy?

Davy: Yes. But say, I'm tired of being good.

Anne: You'd get tired of being bad much sooner.

Davy: Well, it'd be fun while it lasted, wouldn't it?

Davy: I could be sorry for it afterwards, couldn't I?

Anne: Being sorry wouldn't do away with the consequences of being bad, Davy.

Marilla: Now, stop talking nonsense and come have your supper.

Davy; Dora: All right.

Lynde: You look well, Anne.

Dora: Welcome home, Anne.

Anne: It's good to be home.

Anne: Thank you very much for having me.

Lavendar: Seeing you is one of the pleasures of coming home for the summer.

Anne: I am so glad our homecomings overlapped.

Anne: How you've grown, Paul.

Paul: I'm thirteen now.

Anne: Where has the summer gone?

Anne: It doesn't seem a day since I came home that spring evening with the violets.

Anne: When I was little, I couldn't see from one end of the summer to the other.

Anne: It stretched before me like an unending season.

Anne: Now "'tis a handbreadth, 'tis a tale."

Lavendar: Anne, are you and Gilbert Blythe as good friends as you used to be?

Anne: I am just as much Gilbert's friend as ever I was.

Lavendar: Have you quarreled?

Anne: No; it's only that Gilbert wants more than friendship

Anne: and I can't give him more.

Lavendar: Are you sure of that?

Lavendar: I'm very, very sorry.

Anne: I wonder why everybody seems to think I ought to marry Gilbert Blythe.

Lavendar: Because you were made and meant for each other, Anne—that is why.

Lavendar: But you are still young.

Lavendar: You needn't decide on everything now.

Anne: Why ever did Gilbert say such things?

Anne: He must have known I would refuse.

Lavendar: He probably couldn't help himself.

Lavendar: That's how much he loves you.

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