Frau Schmidt: The Von Trapp children don't play. They march.
Captain von Trapp: You are the twelfth in a long line of governesses who have come here to look after my children since their mother died. I trust you will be an improvement on the last one. She stayed only two hours.
Gretl: It'll be my first party, father.
Max: I like rich people. I like the way they live. I like the way I live when I'm with them.
Liesl: [singing with the children at the Villa] So long, farewell, au revoir, auf Wiedersehen! I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne. Yes?
Captain von Trapp: No!
The Baroness: There's nothing more irresistible to a man than a woman who's in love with him.
Marta: Can we really keep the puppet show, Uncle Max?
Max: Of course. Why else do you think I had Professor Cohen send the bill to your father?
Kurt: I haven't had so much fun since the day we put glue on Fräulein Josephine's toothbrush.
Marta: I'm Marta, and I'm going to be seven on Tuesday, and I'd like a pink parasol.
Maria: Well, pink's my favorite color, too.
Captain von Trapp: I don't care to hear anything further from you about my children.
Maria: I am not finished yet!
Captain von Trapp: Oh, yes, you are, Captain!
[pauses]
Captain von Trapp: Fraulein.
The Baroness: Why didn't you tell me?
Max: What?
The Baroness: To bring along my harmonica.
Max: He's got to at least *pretend* to work with these people. You must convince him.
Maria: I can't ask him to be less than he is.
Liesl: How else are we supposed to get Father's attention?
Brigitta: Yes.
Maria: Well, we'll have to think about that one.
Max: Hold on. What's so funny?
Captain von Trapp: You are, Max. Expensive, but very funny.
Brigitta: I think your dress is the ugliest one I ever saw!
Kurt: Brigitta, you shouldn't say that!
Brigitta: Why not? Don't you think it's ugly?
Kurt: Of course, but Fraulein Helga's was ugliest.
Captain von Trapp: Oh, there's nothing wrong with the children. Only the governesses.
Maria: There were times when we would look at each other - oh Mother, I could hardly breathe.
The Baroness: Darling, haven't you ever heard of a delightful little thing called boarding school?
