GIRLS LAUGH
THEY LAUGH
THEY LAUGH
Ruby, this is serious.
We're supposed to be studying
each other's lips.
I think yours are delicate
and inviting.
- Really?
- And Tillie's are soft, even to the eye.
And Jane's are shaped like a rosebud
that's beginning to bloom.
- THEY LAUGH
- Mine are awful.
Like the fat caterpillars
that live in our old willow tree.
- They do look a bit swollen.
- It's my own fault.
I have a terrible habit of chewing
on my bottom lip when I'm thinking.
The trouble is that I'm always thinking.
Are they unpleasant to look at?
They are perfectly pink and luscious.
Diana, you without a doubt have the best,
most kissable Cupid's bow.
And the brightest smile to light any heart.
Do you think that Prissy
and Mr Phillips have kissed?
THEY GIGGLE
Not yet.
THEY LAUGH
- But soon, I imagine.
Prissy's studying for her Queen's Academy
entrance exams
and sometimes Mr Phillips stops
by our house to give her extra help.
THEY LAUGH
Prissy is only two years older than us.
I mean to have an official beau
by the time I'm .
I hope Gilbert will be back by then.
You think of nothing but beaus, Ruby.
Well, what's wrong with that?
I've never even seen a real kiss before.
My parents don't go in
for that kind of thing.
I once overheard Mrs Lynde
and her husband share a kiss!
It sounded like a cow
dragging its hind hoof out of a swamp!
THEY LAUGH
If someone were to kiss me,
I'm afraid I would do something silly
or... forget to do something I should do.
What are the rules?
Why don't they teach kissing etiquette?
We could make a game.
To see who could conduct
the most romantic courtship.
With brave knights!
And enchanted princesses
and sorcerers and desperadoes!
- It'd be great practice.
- THEY LAUGH
Diana, you can play the gallant young man.
DIANA:
Oh...
Prince Wisteria, wilt thou let fly
the Feather of Fortune
and choose thy heart-pure maiden?
I shall.
ANNE GASPS
GIRLS GIGGLE
What should I do, Diana?
Uh, Tillie...
you shouldn't talk to Prince Wisteria
as though he were our friend, Diana.
It spoils the effect.
I-I'm waiting for my handsome
young prince to come and claim me!
THEY GIGGLE
- DIANA CLEARS THROAT
Ahem.
IN DEEP VOICE:
Why, who is this fair and noble maiden?
GIRLS LAUGH
Oh!
THEY SHRIEK WITH LAUGHTER
- THEY CLAP
- Why must the girl wait for the boy?
- What?
- Anne!
- Are you mad?
If I wanted to kiss a boy,
couldn't I just... kiss him?
GIRLS:
No! Anne!
DISTANT GIGGLES
MUSIC: "Ahead by a Century" by Tragically Hip
♪ First thing, we'd climb a tree ♪
♪ And maybe then we'd talk ♪
♪ Or sit silently ♪
♪ And listen to our thoughts ♪
♪ With illusions of someday ♪
♪ Cast in a golden light ♪
♪ No dress rehearsal ♪
♪ This is our life ♪
♪ You are ahead by a century ♪
- ♪ This is our life ♪
- ♪ You are ahead by a century ♪
BASH: What of you?
I like our change of plans, Doc.
Canada. Excited to go.
GILBERT: You're daring,
coming to this level of the deck.
Fireman hears about you coming up here,
you can expect trouble.
- I can live down trouble.
- GILBERT SCOFFS
I want to see where I'm headed for once.
Feel the wind on my face.
Avonlea ahead of me.
Ten years on this ship humpin' coal.
I earned this.
Besides, what they going to do?
Sack me? Toss me overboard?
Worst-case scenario, I get the latrine.
If my choices were that or latrine duty
I might take my chances with the Atlantic.
Choices.
I like that word.
Things are going to change
startin' right now.
Yeah.
GIRLS LAUGH
ANNE: Have you ever noticed
what cheerful things brooks are?
They're always laughing.
- How sweet!
- Hello.
Hello.
- Let's get 'em!
- GIRLS CHATTER
- Ah!
- BOY: Bloomies!
Knickers!
- GIRLS SQUEAL
- BOYS LAUGH
No! Stop!
- GIRL: Look at Princess Cordelia now!
- GIRL : We can see your bloomers!
- GIRL: Little scarecrow!
- ANNE: No!
Anne Shirley, you are the scrawniest,
homeliest red-haired freckled witch
that ever lived.
- No one will ever want you.
- GIRLS SNIGGER
JEERS CONTINUE INDISTINCTLY
Keep your hands off!
- Whoa!
- You mustn't mind them, Anne.
They're just boys being boys.
They love to torment our lives out.
I do mind. I mind a great deal.
A skirt is not an invitation!
BOYS LAUGH
THEY LAUGH
Anne, are you alright?
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Quiet, all of you.
Settle down, ev... eryone.
I think Diana made
a very convincing prince.
- Me, too.
- ANNE LAUGHS
I was going for daring, dashing,
and a little bit wicked.
Well, who needs real boys
when we have Prince Wisteria?
- GIRLS LAUGH
- What are you talking about?
Anne invited us over
for an afternoon of parlour games.
All of you?
Parlour games? Without boys?
Fine for you.
I'm far too mature
for such childish amusements.
SHE WHISPERS:
Billy.
Prissy.
Mother is so very pleased that you are
aiding and abetting my higher education.
When you squeezed my hand in secret
I too felt it was a pity we were not alone.
Yes, well, um...
I-I'd better...
Of course.
- I'm due at home.
- Hmm.
See you tomorrow.
JOSIE:
Whomever the bottle points to...
you are permitted to kiss.
It needs to be boy, girl,
boy, girl.
- Where does that leave Cole?
- THEY SNIGGER
Jane, go sit next
to your dumb brother.
Tillie, you're over there.
And, Anne, switch places with Charlie.
Billy doesn't know anything
about anything.
I'm glad you're here.
Didn't have much of a choice.
Who would like to spin first?
Diana!
DIANA: Uh...
- JOSIE: Moody.
- Me?
JOSIE:
Now you have to kiss.
- On the mouth.
- THEY GASP
THEY GIGGLE
DIANA CLEARS THROAT
- Good afternoon, Moody.
- MOODY: Good afternoon, Diana.
I'm going to kiss you now.
CHILDREN LAUGH AND CHEER
Your turn, Anne.
BILLY:
I'm out.
No way.
Ugly orphan.
- GIRL: No one will ever want you.
- LAUGHTER ECHOES
JOSIE:
What are you afraid of, Anne?
I seem to recall you knowing a lot
about intimate relations.
GIRL: You are the scrawniest, homeliest,
red-haired freckled witch that ever lived!
You're from unfortunate circumstances.
GIRL:
No one will ever want you.
JOSIE:
This can't be your first kiss.
GIRL:
Squeak! Squeak!
Squeak! Freak.
Squeak! Freak!
ANNE GASPS
JOSIE:
Anne?
Ever been kissed...
Anne?
Y...
No!
DIANA:
Anne!
DIANA:
Anne!
Anne.
Why did you run, Anne?
That Josie Pye!
For someone with such a lack of imagination
she certainly knows how to invent
cruel and unusual forms of t*rture!
Why should I be forced to give
an expression of tenderness
to indifferent or, in some cases,
repulsive persons?
- ANNE SIGHS
- Billy wasn't very nice at all.
I'm sorry he hurt your feelings.
The whole thing
hurts everyone's feelings.
It's not conducive!
ANNE SIGHS
Con... ducive?
To understanding anything about romance.
- Well, at least the snow is romantical.
- DIANA CHUCKLES
Just as I was leaving,
Moody pulled me aside
and told me that my kiss
was like fresh butter.
You have to admit that's rather romantic.
It's different for you, Diana,
because everyone wants to kiss you.
MAN WHISTLES
- Hello, Miss Barry.
- Bonjour, Jerry.
Et elle parle français!
C't'une fille ben fine, lê!
Ceci est une maniare de parler
tras differente du français classique.
Est ce que tu me comprends?
Comprends que t'es la plus belle fille
que j'aie jamais vu.
Leave my friend alone, Jerry!
It's fine, Anne. He said I'm the most
beautiful girl he's ever seen.
Thank you, but you're very bold.
What does it feel like
to be divinely beautiful, Diana?
- That's very kind, but I'm not div...
- No, you are.
Please answer the question.
I have to know.
Compliments are nice
but... I'd rather be smart.
What is the purpose of kissing?
Is it... supposed to feel good?
"With one long kiss
my whole soul through.
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew."
Tennyson.
But kissing reminds me more of a...
mother bird feeding its baby.
The thought makes me queasy.
And what is the perfect kiss?
Is it really sweeter than honey cake?
And if a kiss is such a big idea,
then why is it such a small word?
It should be long and difficult to say.
I've been trying to think of a more
appropriate name for it
but nothing gives me a thrill.
I assume kissing should give you a thrill
but I'm afraid I'll never find out.
Do you think one can have a tragical romance
without ever being kissed?
Well, now, um...
I don't know.
Have either of you ever kissed anyone?
I...
I should, uh... Barn.
For pity's sake, Anne, hold your tongue.
- Show some propriety here at supper.
- Sorry.
When would be a better time to ask?
Some other time.
- How was latrine duty, dear?
- Boy, haul your tail.
Ugh!
- Ugh!
- Still worth it.
Have to make that hay
while the sun shine.
- Ain't that what you farm boys say?
- You know what else they say?
Don't put the cart before the horse.
This is gonna be a long few days.
Lucky for me, I can't smell it anymore.
- Ugh...
- BASH CHUCKLES
- Ugh!
- BASH CHUCKLES
Ah, isn't it good to be alive
on winter mornings like this!
ANNE LAUGHS
Anne Shirley-Cuthbert!
Goodness gracious, what's happened here?
It's decorative. For beauty's sake.
Even birds have pretty plumage, Marilla.
Plumage, fiddlesticks!
Take all that out of your hair at once.
You look ridiculous.
Marilla, please, please,
let me wear them to school!
For the land's sake, that's the last
place you want to wear them, believe me.
I know you don't understand or imagine,
but if you had red hair
you would want to cover it too!
MARILLA: I do not condone
unnecessary adornment.
Off they come.
Marilla, how can you be so unfeeling?
Years of practice.
Now, you know I always mean what I say.
- But I need to be beautiful.
- Enough of this foolishness.
You'll take them out at once.
SHE SIGHS
SHE GASPS
SHE SIGHS
ANNE:
I wish I were a tree.
Then I would have different hair
for every season.
I would have pretty spring buds
and a full head of blossoms in summer...
vibrant autumn colours, and then...
TREE CREAKS
Never mind.
- What do you think?
- Well...
You hold your head with such an air.
ANNE LAUGHS
Here. If you don't mind,
I'd just make one or two adjustments.
For balance. May I?
- Oh, that'll look divine, Anne.
- SHE LAUGHS
- Um, Diana, could you...?
- Oh.
HUSHED WHISPERS
Sorry everyone's staring at us.
I didn't think Cole could...
ANNE: How I wish
we were doing recitations today
when appearance
is of paramount importance.
Recitations...
are the purest form of t*rture.
t*rture? You can't be serious.
Standing up in front of a classroom,
everyone staring at me?
- That's the whole joy of it!
- No joy at all.
It's like being under a microscope.
I just feel... too...
tall, too seen, too...
weird.
DIANA:
Oh, it's beautiful, Cole!
COLE CHUCKLES
Cole Mackenzie!
Since you seem to have such...
feminine proclivities
we shall indulge your taste of it
this morning.
You can sit with the girls.
CHILDREN CHATTER AND LAUGH
BILLY SNIGGERS
BILLY:
What?
- No... no!
- BILLY LAUGHS
HUSHED WHISPERS
BOYS LAUGH
BOYS SNIGGER
MARILLA:
The egg goes in when it's off the heat.
Can't believe you're sharing
your secret recipe after all these years!
MARILLA:
Nothing stays the same forever.
I...
I wonder if you might offer me
some advice, Rachel.
I knew it.
As soon as you invited me over
I said to Thomas,
"Something must be vexing Marilla.
Since when does she need my help
making her own matchless plum puffs?"
Children. They get older.
Anne has started asking about...
The dreaded questions.
She is preoccupied with kissing,
of all things.
RACHEL CHUCKLES
I admit, I'm a woman
of narrow experience on this matter.
You've certainly taken on
a great responsibility, Marilla.
That Anne is full of original sin.
A young girl shouldn't be asking
such questions.
Let her know what's what.
"Spare the rod and spoil the child."
That's what I say.
If I whacked the child every time
she asked me a slew of questions
she'd be black and blue.
She's an inquisitive little thing.
And at this age, you have got
to lay down the ground rules
and lay them down hard.
Over kissing?
I've brought up ten children and buried two
and they'd all testify
to the efficiency of my methods.
I've no doubt.
Of course, folks that have raised children
know that you've got to expect the unexpected
when it comes to flesh and blood.
SHE CHUCKLES
I recall a time I came home
to find my eldest, Thomas Jr
setting fire to the drapes.
Nothing a birch switch couldn't cure.
Was that before or after
he b*rned down your shed?
Rachel does have the effect
of making you want to do
the complete opposite
of what she suggests.
Would you stop that infernal racket!
I can't hear myself think.
I don't believe I could whip a child.
But sometimes I think Anne is possessed.
A moment ago she called turning
"a solemn occasion."
And now it's this kissing business
tying bows in her hair,
vain as a peacock.
- What are we gonna do about it?
- I promised you I wouldn't put my oar in.
Well, I could use another oar now!
I'm rowing around in circles.
Well, now...
I don't see the harm
in her being curious.
Matthew Cuthbert,
I don't understand you.
I seem to remember,
with you and John Blythe...
Yes.
Wasn't there a stolen kiss or two?
How would you know?
No one stole anything.
What do you suggest?
Well...
I mean, if we want to do right by Anne
I reckon that means seeing
that she has a fuller life
than us.
HAMMER TAPS
- Give...
Gotcha.
TOOLS RATTLE
INDISTINCT CHATTER
ANNE: Mr Phillips had no right
to insult you like that.
I'm sorry you had to endure it.
- COLE: It's fine.
- It's scandalous.
He's never liked me.
He doesn't seem to like anyone.
Except Prissy.
Have you noticed that I always seem to get
detention for no other reason than I'm...
What?
You're what, Cole?
Different.
There's nothing wrong with different.
I'm unusual, too,
and that's why we're kindred.
- You're unique.
- I don't want to be unique.
Unique means weird.
I think it means...
singular and extraordinary.
Well, I'd rather be ordinary.
I feel that way sometimes too.
But an ordinary person
wouldn't be a brilliant artist.
I'm not, but thanks.
How was the beauty contest?
I mean, school.
Anne, what did I say about your hair?
I know,
but my friend Cole styled it for me
and did such a lovely job
that I just had to leave it.
Perhaps one day
you'll grow into a style like that
but for now, I'll thank you
to restore yourself to yourself.
I know it's foolish to want to be anything
other than what I am, but I can't help it.
I love... pretty things.
Mm.
I hate when I look in the glass
and I see something that isn't pretty.
It makes me feel so sorrowful.
Just as I feel
when I see any ugly thing.
I pity it because it's not beautiful.
Well, I have something
that might cheer you up.
We received a letter today.
- From Gilbert Blythe.
- Oh! Oh, Marilla!
I'd forgotten
about my foreign correspondence!
Trinidad!
I imagined that I was writing
to some far-flung corner of the world
but nowhere this intriguing.
"Miss Anne Shirley-Cuthbert."
How wonderful! Look at that, Marilla!
- I saw.
- ANNE LAUGHS
Do try to learn
to take things calmly, child.
How can I be calm when I've never seen
my name written with "Miss" before?
Well, open it.
There's nothing romantical about this letter,
nothing whatsoever.
You wrote to him about the gold,
as I recall.
Yes, that's exactly right.
I wonder what he said.
BELL RINGS
Not returning to Avonlea?
"Indefinitely."
When did he send it?
It was posted three weeks ago
from Port of Spain, in Trinidad.
You could write him back.
With your knack for words,
I'm sure you could convince him.
Well, considering "there's gold in Avonlea"
didn't change his mind
almost makes me grateful
that there wasn't.
Wouldn't it have been
a personal mortification
if he had to leave his exotic port-of-call?
True enough.
In that way, I suppose
it's all worked out for the best.
Besides, if I were to write him again,
which I most certainly won't
it would be to tell him
that there's no "A" in "indefinitely."
Maybe that was on purpose.
Maybe he wants to be pen pals.
If he's challenging me
to a long-distance duel
I will not engage.
I believe he spelled that word wrong
last year. Engage.
Engagement.
But I... I don't quite recall.
DISTANT LAUGHTER
DIANA:
Ruby will have an affliction.
Let's give this to her to keep.
What? Why?
For her to cry over?
Unless...
you don't want to?
BILLY:
What's this?
- "Dear Anne, it's very nice to hear..."
- Stop! Stop it! Just give it back!
Ooh... what a gentleman.
BILLY SCOFFS
Just more girl stuff.
Why are you still here?
Oh! Ugh...
- Boy, what you doing here?
- Fireman sure hates my singing.
You got yourself in trouble
so you could come help me?
Here.
Hurry, put some of this under your nose.
It'll help the smell.
Allow me.
One of our neighbours back home
is a pig farmer.
Thyme.
Trinidadian bush medicine?
Nice trick, Doc.
Self-preservation.
BASH:
We have a saying.
"This plant don't ask to grow."
Thyme's hardy, yeah?
Doesn't need minding.
Grows where other plants cannot.
Hopefully like me, in Avonlea.
Two more days.
Still worth it?
Get to work.
Ugh.
ANNE: Ruby would only ruin it
with her tears anyway.
And then she would cry again...
over having ruined it.
Better if I hold onto it... for safety.
I wonder if the other foxes
ever twit you about your hair.
You're always alone.
Don't you have a sweetheart?
Maybe we're just meant
to be solitary creatures, you and I.
BIRDS RUSTLE
Just so you know,
you're very beautiful!
Anne, before you go, a word.
Yes, Marilla?
You shouldn't dwell so much
on your looks, Anne.
I assure you, it's better to be plain.
If you're beautiful,
you get stuck on one path
and that's all that's expected of you.
Whereas you'll be able to go through life
getting to be exactly who you are
without calling too much attention
to yourself.
It's a gift. Really.
There are more important things than beauty
and you'll have every opportunity
to find out.
JOSIE: Prissy says that his moustache
was scratchy, not soft!
GIRLS GIGGLE
What does Cole peeking out of the coats
like that remind you of?
- I don't know.
- An owl tucked in the hollow of a tree.
He's so dedicated to his art.
Really cultivating his imagination.
He's very handsome, isn't he?
You can't like all the boys!
JOSIE LAUGHS
Sad and handsome.
The poor thing
could use some cheering up.
Hello, Cole.
I just wanted to say I think
it's too bad our game ended
before you could have your turn.
I suppose I could break the rules
and allow you to kiss me now.
No, thanks.
What's wrong with you?
Don't you like girls or something?
I don't like you.
Cole is a freak!
Josie Pye, you take that back!
Cole is my friend!
Then it's a match made in heaven.
Spin.
BOY SCOFFS
I'm not kissing that ugly orphan.
THEY LAUGH
Arf! Arf-arf-arf!
Oh, when her face turns red,
it's like she's all red.
THEY LAUGH
I'll kiss Anne.
Oh, how splendid!
Good. Let the freaks kiss.
GIRL:
Freak!
Kiss, freaks. Kiss.
GIRL:
Little freak!
ANNE:
What are you doing?
No!
Freak!
- BILLY: Kiss, freaks!
- GIRL: Stop.
BILLY:
Kiss, freaks, kiss!
- Kiss, freaks, kiss!
- JANE: Stop it!
- ALL: Kiss, freaks, kiss!
- Stop!
- ALL: Kiss, freaks, kiss!
- JANE: That's untoward!
- DIANA: Leave them alone!
- RUBY: Stop being mean!
INDISTINCT SHOUTS
- Billy!
- Kiss, freaks, kiss!
THEY CHANT:
Kiss, freaks, kiss!
- DIANA: Stop it! Leave them alone!
- BILLY: Kiss, freaks, kiss!
ALL: Kiss, freaks, kiss!
Kiss, freaks, kiss!
- DIANA: Leave them alone!
- BILLY: What are you waiting for?
- DIANA: Leave them alone!
- ALL: Kiss, freaks, kiss!
ANNE LAUGHS
- BILLY SCOFFS
THEY LAUGH
ANNE: I've decided
I'm not going to do anymore kissing.
Not unless I want to.
Of course, if I wasn't so homely,
I would have more options.
You're not homely, Anne.
I wish you'd stop saying that.
It's not true.
Diana, it is my firm belief
that my life would be easier
if I was beautiful like you.
Nonsense!
I'd trade my dimples
for any of your cleverness
and consider it cheaply bought
at that price.
Diana, I'm so glad you're exquisite.
Next to being beautiful oneself...
SHE SNIFFS
it's best to have a beautiful bosom friend.
SHE LAUGHS
ANNE LAUGHS
Mwah!
- Mwah!
- Mwah!
METAL RATTLES
Hello there again,
Miss Anne of Green Gables.
Hello.
What is wrong, little bird?
You wouldn't happen to have anything
in that wonderful case
that would make me beautiful, would you?
Perhaps a remedy
to remove my horrible freckles
and give me a rose-leaf complexion?
Or lovely, starry, violet eyes?
Hmm.
Hmm...
Hmm. No.
I'm afraid not.
- Hmm.
- What's that?
Hair dye? Do you...
Do you think this will turn my hair
a beautiful raven black?
That's what it say.
My red hair is the bane of my existence.
And raven hair is my life-long dream.
Still no money?
Uh...
I have a sandwich.
- Ham.
- Cheese?
- Instructions are on the label.
- Oh!
SHE LAUGHS
Ah...
thank you!
GILBERT:
Thank you.
GILBERT CHUCKLES
- GILBERT: Welcome home.
- BASH: Welcome home to you too.
The, uh... kinds of feelings...
The, uh...
the, uh... emotions
consequent on the first kiss
can be... unsettling and...
SHE MUTTERS
Sometimes as... as we get a bit older...
there can...
Anne? I'm back from Rachel's!
The...
The expression of a certain passion...
No.
The...
expression of a certain feeling...
Anne?
Intuition, our own selfhood...
Nature's highest teacher...
Anne?
SHE KNOCKS
I daresay I'm prepared
to settle your questions now.
Kissing is a natural expression of love
and its emotions...
Mercy me. Have you been sleeping?
Anne!
- ANNE SOBS: No.
- Are you ill?
ANNE:
No, but...
Please, I'm in the depths of despair.
ANNE SOBS
Please, Marilla,
go away and don't look at me!
Did anyone ever hear the like?
Whatever is the matter with you?
Get up right this minute and tell me.
This minute, I say.
Anne Shirley-Cuthbert,
what have you done to your hair?
Why, it's green!
Ow.
The more you squirm, the longer
these ringlets will take, pretty Miss.
Would it be so terrible
if I didn't have curls tomorrow?
Beauty is power, darling.
You know that.
Yes?
Yes.
There. Now get some sleep.
You look tired, and that won't do.
ANNE SOBS: Oh, Marilla, you little know
how utterly wretched I am!
I'm the unhappiest girl
in Prince Edward Island.
Well, if I had decided it was worthwhile
to dye my hair
I'd have dyed it a decent colour at least.
Oh, but I didn't mean to dye it green!
I applied the dye
as the directions said.
I used up the whole bottle, and...
Oh, Marilla, it was like I'd been bewitched.
When I saw myself with raven hair
I didn't want anything more
than to look like myself again!
I looked like a demon possessed!
I tried and I tried to wash it off,
but it wouldn't come out. I...
I thought maybe laundry bluing would...
would strip it out!
SHE SOBS
- Well, that explains it.
Oh, Marilla, what shall I do?
I can never, never live this down.
People have pretty well forgotten
my other mistakes but they'll never forget this!
They'll think I'm not respectable.
Oh, Marilla...
"What a tangled web we weave
when first we practice to deceive."
And that is poetry, but it is true.
And, oh, how Josie Pye will laugh.
Oh, Marilla, I can't face Josie Pye.
I just can't!
Well, I hope you've got your eyes opened
as to where vanity leads you, Anne.
I'll never, never look at myself again.
Yes, I will, too.
I'll do penance for being wicked.
And I'll look at myself every time I come
into my room and I'll see how ugly I am.
And I won't try to imagine it away, either.
Henceforth...
my kiss will sit on my lips
for all of eternity
like a rose that longs to be plucked,
but never will.
ANNE SOBS
- Now, now.
I reckon beauty doesn't enter into it.
When someone loves you, Anne...
then you'll be kissed.
Marilla... Marilla,
say those blessed words again.
I guess once is enough to say them.
Now, are you ready?
Oh, please cut it off at once
and have it over!
Oh, I feel as if my heart is broken.
I'm going to weep all the time
that you are cutting
if that won't interfere.
This is such an unromantic affliction.
SHE SOBS
SCISSORS SNIP
02x05 - The Determining Acts of Her Life
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This reimagining of the classic book and film is a coming-of-age story about a young orphan who is seeking love, acceptance and her place in the world.
This reimagining of the classic book and film is a coming-of-age story about a young orphan who is seeking love, acceptance and her place in the world.