Man: [about passing by motor-bicycle] Why look at that.
Woman: My heavens!
Anne Shirley: My heavens!
Marilla Cuthbert: What was that?
Anne Shirley: *Who* was that? She was wearing pants!
Marilla Cuthbert: What do you mean, pants?
Anne Shirley: Pants!
Miss Stacy: I've never believed in corsets. Since I have a skeleton that holds everything up, I've never felt the need. And trousers are quite liberating.
Rachel Lynde: I assume you're not affianced, or married.
Miss Stacy: Feel free to assume.
Rachel Lynde: Have you determined that you're going to be an old maid, then?
Miss Stacy: I didn't realize one had to decide.
Rachel Lynde: If you're not careful, the matter will be decided for you. Poor Marilla here knows all too well the unfulfilled life of an unmarried woman. Word to the wise: you're not doing yourself any favors with all this this untidy whizzing about. Marilla, you should offer some advice.
Marilla Cuthbert: On how to be a spinster, or how not to be one?