Stanley Potter: Oh, come on, Pam. Don't be a dum-dum.
Lonnie Beale: You can't change her, Stanley. Shall we?
Stanley Potter: By all means.
Lonnie Beale: [turns to Pam] Good bye, Dum-dum!

Lonnie Beale: Stanley, if one won't start, the other won't start.
Stanley Potter: Why?
Lonnie Beale: Because they're both wet. W-E-T. Wet.

Estelle Penfield: You've got to be kidding me
Lonnie Beale: [shrugs] Sorry, dietician's orders.
Estelle Penfield: But it's such a little steak, and I'm so hungry. Listen, Lonnie, if you would give me another steak, I would be very grateful. Do we understand each other?
Lonnie Beale: [pauses] No.

Vera Radford: Oh, no, of course not. Stanley, please get Mr. and Mrs. Dabney fixed up. Will you please get them some more chicken?
Mr. Dabney: Yes, and get us a chicken that won't fly away this time.
Vera Radford: Oh
[chuckles]
Vera Radford: of course.
[turning to Mrs. Dabney]
Vera Radford: Are you all right, dear?
Mrs. Dabney: Well, I think I am.
Vera Radford: Of course, you're gonna have some more dinner, and now we're going to have some entertainment. All right?
Mr. Dabney: Oh that's nice!
Vera Radford: Lonnie. I think we better start the entertainment... right away.
Lonnie Beale: Sure, Miss Radford.

Estelle Penfield: [assessing all the food Stanley is wheeling on a cart to bring to the guests Mr. & Mrs. Dabney] Stanley! For us?
Stanley Potter: Mrs. Penfield! They're for our guests, Mr. and Mrs. Dabney. They put money in this place. Naturally we cant put them on a diet.
Mrs. Dabney: Down the hatch!
Stanley Potter: Hello, Mr. Dabney, sir!
Mr. Dabney: [as Stanley starts serving the couple their 2 cornish hens] There he is! End of the line, boy. Put them right here.
Mrs. Dabney: Don't they look wonderful?
Mr. Dabney: Oh yes, indeedy!
Stanley Potter: This one's for you, Mr. Dabney.
Mr. Dabney: Why thank you. Now I can serve the rest.
Stanley Potter: Yes sir, Mr. Dabney.
Mr. Dabney: All right.! You've got to hand it to Vera. When she throws a party she doesn't fool around.
[Estelle Penfield sneakily lifts Mr. Dabney's cornish hen from behind the bush with a long serving fork while his mind is occupied on the ambrosia wine]
Mr. Dabney: Now what's this? Oh, ambrosia! Pour a little wine, dear.
Mrs. Dabney: Oh yes. thank you.
Mr. Dabney: [Suddenly discovering that his chicken is missing] Hey it's gone!
Mrs. Dabney: Did you say something?
Mr. Dabney: Well, didn't the boy put a chicken on that plate, or am I going crazy?
Mrs. Dabney: Well, he certainly put a chicken on your plate, I saw it.
Mr. Dabney: I thought so. Ohhh!
Mrs. Dabney: [as Estelle makes an attempt to steal Mrs. Dabney's chicken] Now you have my chicken, honey! Honey!
[Estelle accidentally pokes Mrs. Dabney in the butt]
Mrs. Dabney: OWWWW! Ahhh! I've been stabbed! Ohhh! Something bit me!
Mr. Dabney: What's going on here?
Mrs. Dabney: Something bit me and it hurts.
[wailing in pain]
Mrs. Dabney: OH HO HO HO!
Stanley Potter: Please sit down and relax.
Mrs. Dabney: Oh I can't sit down. I've been stabbed!
Mr. Dabney: Listen here now, young man, I'm not used to this sort of treatment!