Bob: Get that silly look off of your face! Every time you do that I know you're ready to lift something--and you promised me you weren't gonna steal another thing!
Bert: You know I can't help lifting things. It's a disease! Y'know, the doctor says that I'm a kleptomaniac.
Bob: Yeah, well why don't you take something for it?
Bert: I've taken everything. But you know, I don't really steal.
Bob: Aw, no, you don't steal--you just find a lot of things that haven't been lost, that's all!

Bob: Hi there, Jen! Doggone, what a beautiful dress you have on!
Lady Genevieve: My dressmaker says it's the coming thing.
Bob: Heh! It must be coming--because there's a lot of it that hasn't arrived yet.

Bert: You blew your nose!
Bob: I did not blow my nose. It was your imagination!
Bert: Oh, no. My imagination doesn't make a noise like that.