- Dagwood Bumstead: Blondie, do you mean to tell me you've worked all day and you can still come home, get dressed, set the table, clean up this mess, and cook an entire dinner all in 26 and 1/2 minutes?
- Blondie Bumstead: Uh-huh. Us housewives do this everyday.
- Dagwood Bumstead: Don't panic, Dagwood. You're a strong, independent, intelligent man. You know just what to do in a crisis!
- [some cream splashes all over his face]
- Dagwood Bumstead: Blondieeeeeeeeeeee!
- Julius Dithers: We'd better go home and let the dog out.
- Cora Dithers: What? We don't even have a dog!
- Julius Dithers: Well, we should get one!
- Dagwood Bumstead: Was I snoring again?
- Blondie Bumstead: Either that, or there's a cow having triplets under the bed.
- Cookie Bumstead: [singing] Daddy got canned but we ain't shakin', cuz Mom's out there bringing home the bacon, we're talking mom, we're talking job, we're talking j-o-b, yay! woo hoo!
- Blondie Bumstead: [as Dagwood leaves for work] Don't forget to ask for that raise so we can pay for the roof!
- Dagwood Bumstead: [dashing out the door] The roof! Right!
- [collides into Mr. Beasley, but keeps going]
- Dagwood Bumstead: Uh, sorry, Mr. Beasley!
- Mr. Beasley: [dazed] Last week, he knocked me into another zip code.
- Dagwood Bumstead: [spotting Mr. Dithers traipsing around on the front yard flowers, trying to carry shingles] Hey, goofball! Watch where you're going!
- Julius Dithers: [grunting] Ooh, Bumstead...
- Dagwood Bumstead: That's 'Mr. Bumstead' to you, pal, and I don't pay you to traipse around on my wife's flowers.
- Dagwood Bumstead: Blondie's good china and crystal will make a beautiful table for her boss.
- Alexander Bumstead: [opening the kitchen door, crushing Dagwood and the china] Hey, Dad, anything I can do to - help?
- Dagwood Bumstead: Would you consider moving to Yugoslavia?
- Dagwood Bumstead: Maybe Mr. Dithers'll call me before I get home.
- Julius Dithers: [sailing through the air, impacted by the rocket elevator] Bumstead, I'll get you for thiiiis!
- Dagwood Bumstead: Uh, maybe not.
- Cookie Bumstead: [as she and Alexander see the mess that Dagwood made in the kitchen earlier] Wow!
- Alexander Bumstead: Phew! Looks like the Chicago Bears had a food fight.
- Cookie Bumstead: Come on, let's got out of here before we have to eat any of this!