Lines Bro Flashcards
Bob: There now, don’t cry. Tears aren’t going to help matters. Here. Quick.
Make way. Make way for his highness. Make way!
Belinda: And we’re going to play Blindman’s Bluff and Tag.
Martha’s going to be here
Bob: Good. I’ll be watching for you.
Goodbye!
Peter: We can try, can’t we, Tim? I’ll carry you all the way on my shoulder.
I’ll carry your crutch.
Belinda: Listen. That must be Martha coming now.
We smelled it… we smelled it! We know it was ours!
Mrs. C: Bless us. Smelled what?
The goose.
Peter: What goose?
Our goose!
Belinda: I’m sure I haven’t seen a goose walking around.
Well it wouldn’t be walking around!
Peter: What else could a goose do?
Mother, make him stop!
Elizabeth: We do have a goose, don’t we, Mother?
Don’t we? Tell us… don’t we?
Peter: How can anybody tell us don’t we?
Oh- you!
Mrs. C: Children. Children! Emily. Elizabeth.
We have a goose. We have a goose. We have a goose for dinner!
Mrs. C: Run along and wash your hands… both of you.
How long before we eat?
Belinda: We have to wait for Martha, sillies.
Will Martha bring us a present?
Martha: Merry Christmas, everyone.
There’s a goose, Martha, smell it.
Martha: We had such a lot of work to do.
Anything in here for us?
Peter: Emily!
Well, it doesn’t hurt to ask, does it?
Martha: I saw a countess and a lord some days ago. And his lordship was just about as tall as Peter. Only not half so handsome.
Peter’s handsome as his lordship. Peter’s handsome-
Peter: Here, you.
Be careful. You’ll break our gingerbread men.
Elizabeth: look, Mother. Martha brought us gingerbread men.
Want a bite anybody? Want a bite.
Peter: Oh, very badly.
Tim was throwing snowballs this morning.
Mrs. C: Of course he won’t, and Father would take good care of him, anyway. Now let’s see that everything is ready for dinner.
Here comes Father now.
Elizabeth: Hide, Martha.
Yes, hide. Father will think you aren’t here.
Martha: Do you think I should?
Hurry. Hide
Belinda: Behind the door.
No, that won’t do.
Martha: Where? Where?
Under a chair.
Martha: I’ll spoil my dress.
Hide someplace. Hurry.
Martha: Help me.
Don’t you say a word, Mother.
Belinda: Seems to me the rest of us ought to go right ahead being happy.
Guess who! Guess who it is!
Bob: I can’t see the color of your hands. Is it you, Emily?
Here I am. Can’t you hear me?
Martha: Why can’t it be Martha?
We fooled you. We fooled you.
Bob: I ought to know better than to listen to those two young scalawags.
We’re scalawags! We’re scalawags!
Martha: Of course you will, darling.
Tim, do you want to smell something good?
Tim: What is it?
Come with us, we’ll show you.
Mrs. C: Martha, you put on the plates. Belinda, you sweeten the applesauce.
Where’s the goose?
Mrs. C: What are you children doing with spoons in your mouths?
Keeping them in so we can’t ask for goose before it’s our turn.
Bob: Good. Then we shall each one make a toast.
I make a toast to the goose.
Martha: We’re glad you’ve come, Father.
I’ll take your hat.
Peter: And the best dinner.
And there’s a whole lot of turkey left over too.
Peter: I’d tell you, Mother, but I promised I wouldn’t.
You can whisper it to me.
Bob: Everybody think of a toast and then we’ll put some chestnuts in the fire.
Goody. Chestnuts.
Bob: My, it does my heart good to see us all together like this. Sit closer to me, Tim.
I want to make the first toast.
Bob: Go on, Emily.
I make a toast to our turkey.
