Stephen Blake: But you see, as a matter of fact, Mrs. Farnham and I have decided to brush up on our esperanto.
Tommy Blake: [to Brenda] That's what ya get for wearing pants!
Brenda Farnham: [Upon seeing Tommy with a small fluffy dog] What's that?
Tommy Blake: It's a dog. Whaddya think it is?
Brenda Farnham: It's a funny kind of a one.
Tommy Blake: It isn't either funny. It's a genuine St. Bernard
Brenda Farnham: A St. Bernard? Why, a St. Bernard's a mammoth big dog.
Tommy Blake: Well, the man said the California sun kind of withered him a little.
Mr. Snirley: That's it - courage is the word. I always tell my students to think of the snow as a great feather bed.
Stephen Blake: Edith, do I have to do penance all the rest of my life just because I spanked a spoiled child?
Edith Farnham: Don't tell me the stern Mr. Blake is flirting with me?
Stephen Blake: Outrageously. Until the road clears, you might as well grin and bear it. Don't forget my proud beauty, it's the only flirting to be had in these parts.
Edith Farnham: Ha, ha, ha... Just until the road clears, huh?
Stephen Blake: Welllll.
Hotel Manager: [When a snowslide has blocked the road on the day of the new lodge's grand opening] 25 waiters, four chefs, a 10-piece jazz band, and two guests... oooh.