Perky:
The kid needs a mother. Every kid needs a mother. Somebody to take his troubles to, or somebody to hear his prayers.
Peewee:
Well, he could always bring his troubles to me. I'd be glad to hear his prayers. I like prayers.
Sammy Boy:
You can't be no mother, Peewee. Mothers is female!
Dealey:
What do you say we stop all this tree-trimming jazz and hit the road to town?
Peewee:
Oh now, Dealey, you know how I promised Mama about Christmas. You see, while she's trimming her tree in Peoria, I'm trimming mine right here. It's almost as if we're together!
[Dondi is praying]
Dondi:
I wish you make them let me stay in America, Mr. Big-Buddy, please.
Liz:
Dondi's talking to the most influential friend of all!
