(talking about pink lemonade) The Baroness: Not too sweet, not too sour. Max: Just too, uh... pink.
The Baroness: You're far away. Where are you? Captain von Trapp: In a world that's disappearing, I'm afraid.
Maria: (singing) Silver white winters that melt into springs, these are a few of my favorite things
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: Only grown-up men are scared of women.
The Baroness: Why didn't you tell me? Max: What? The Baroness: To bring along my harmonica.
(Maria finds a frog in her pocket) Frau Schmidt: You're lucky. With Fraulein Helga, it was a snake!
Frau Schmidt: The Von Trapp children don't play. They march.
Maria: I'd like to thank you all for the precious gift you left in my pocket today. Captain von Trapp: What gift? Maria: It's meant to be a secret between the children and me. Captain von Trapp: Then I suggest you keep it, and let us eat. Maria: Knowing how nervous I must have been, a stranger in a new household, knowing how important it was for me to feel accepted, it was so kind and thoughtful of you to make my first moments here so warm and happy and pleasant.
Max: Hold on. What's so funny? Captain von Trapp: You are, Max. Expensive, but very funny.
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.
Maria: Kurt, how are you? Kurt: Hungry.
Max: The Von Trapp Family Singers. Here are your names: Liesl, Friedrich, Louisa, Brigitta, Kurt, Marta and Gretl. Gretl: Why am I always last? Max: Because you are the most important.
Captain von Trapp: Now, Fraulein. I want a truthful answer from you. Maria: Yes, Captain? Captain von Trapp: Is it possible - or could I have just imagined it - have my children by any chance been climbing trees today? Maria: Yes, Captain. Captain von Trapp: I see. And where, may I ask, did they get these... ummm... Maria: Play clothes. Captain von Trapp: Oh, is that what you call them? Maria: I made them. From the drapes that used to hang in my bedroom. Captain von Trapp: Drapes? Maria: They still have plenty of wear left. The children have been everywhere in them. Captain von Trapp: Do you mean to tell me that my children have been roaming about Salzburg dressed up in nothing but some old drapes? Maria: Mmm-hmmm. And having a marvelous time!
The Baroness: Darling, haven't you ever heard of a delightful little thing called boarding school?
The Baroness: My dear, is there anything you can't do? Maria: Well, I'm not sure I'll make a very good nanny. The Baroness: If you have any problems, I'll be happy to help you.
Friedrich von Trapp: I'm Friedrich. I'm fourteen. I'm impossible! Maria: (laughing) Really? Who told you that, Friedrich? Friedrich von Trapp: Fraulein Josephine, four governesses ago.
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.
Maria: Why didn't you children tell me you could dance? Kurt: We were afraid you'd make us all dance together. The von Trapp Family dancers. (spins)
Captain von Trapp: (after pulling the gun from Rolfe) You'll never be one of them. Rolfe: Lieutenant! Lieutenant, they're here! They're here, Lieutenant! (blows whistle)
Maria: I'd like to thank each and every one of you for the precious gift you left in my pocket today. Captain von Trapp: Um, what gift? Maria: It's meant to be a secret, Captain, between the children and me. Captain von Trapp: Uh-huh. Then I suggest that you keep it, and let us eat. Maria: Knowing how nervous I must have been, a stranger in a new household, knowing how important it was for me to feel accepted. It was so kind and thoughtful of you to make my first moments here so warm and happy and... pleasant. (All the while, the children look guilty. Marta starts to cry) Captain von Trapp: What is the matter, Marta? Marta: Nothing. (Louisa, Brigitta and Gretl join in, while Liesl, Friedrich and Kurt continue to look guilty) Captain von Trapp: Uh, Fräulein... is it to be at every meal, or merely at dinnertime, that you, uh, intend leading us all through this rare and wonderful new world of... indigestion? Maria: Oh, they're all right, Captain. They're just happy. (All of the girls, except Liesl, continue to cry out of guilt)
Max: Friedrich, Gretl, why don't you sing? Gretl: I can't, I've got a sore finger.
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.