Stephen Blake: Women - well, after all they do make gentlemen of us.
Tommy Blake: Yes, and that's the trouble!
Stephen Blake: But you see, as a matter of fact, Mrs. Farnham and I have decided to brush up on our esperanto.
Stephen Blake: Do you take your parents for a couple of half-wits?
Brenda Farnham: Yes sir!
Stephen Blake: What? Confound it!
Edith Farnham: Brenda!
Tommy Blake: [to Brenda] That's what ya get for wearing pants!
Stephen Blake: [to Edith] See this muscle?
[points to upper right arm]
Stephen Blake: I got that beating helpless women and little children, but I first practiced on cripples!
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: I know a good story that I never told you before. It's about seven men, and every last one of 'em was eaten up by an alligator.
Brenda Farnham: [Giggling] I'm gonna like this one.
Stephen Blake: I don't like hysterical women.
Edith Farnham: Hysterical?
Stephen Blake: That's what I said - you're hysterical.
Edith Farnham: I suppose you'll be striking me next.
Stephen Blake: Did I ever tell you, you're the best dancer West of the Mississippi?
Edith Farnham: No. Why didn't you?
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.
Stephen Blake: At last I'm emancipated from being an emancipated parent.
Edith Farnham: Are you drunk?
Edith Farnham: Just to get away from that germicidal female, you understand?
Stephen Blake: Perfectly! I'm the lesser of two evils.
Edith Farnham: You're practically psychic.
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.