MRS. SOAMES: Naturally I didn’t want to say a word about it in front of those others, but now we’re alone—really, it’s the worst scandal that ever was in this town!
MRS. GIBBS: What?
MRS. SOAMES: Simon Stimson!
MRS. GIBBS: Now, Louella!
But, Julia! To have the organist of a church drink and drunk year after year.
Lovestruck George has a little sister Rebecca to distract him from dreams of his beloved Emily.
REBECCA: George, do you know what I think, do you? I think maybe the moon’s getting nearer and nearer and there’ll be a big ‘splosion.
GEORGE: Rebecca, you don’t know anything. If the moon were getting nearer, the guys that sit up all night with telescopes would see it first and they’d tell about it, and it’d be in all the newspapers.
Why aren’t you in bed, Emily?
I don’t know. I just can’t sleep yet, Papa. The moonlight’s so wonderful. And the smell of Mrs. Gibbs’ heliotrope. Can you smell it?
The young 'uns aren't the only ones who feel the power of the moon.
DOC and MRS. GIBBS:
"On a night like this
We saw the rising of the moon.
All the little stars like necklaces were strung.
We spoke of such important things --
We were very young.