- Lucy van Pelt: You know, Schroeder, I bet if we were married some day, we'd be very happy. While you were practicing the piano, I'd be in the kitchen making your breakfast. Then I'd bring it in like this and set it out all nice, and prop out your favorite newspaper and pour your coffee. Wouldn't that be romantic?
- Schroeder: [screams] No!
- Lucy van Pelt: Schroeder, if I told you I had the feeling you and I would get married someday, would you chuckle lightly or laugh loudly long?
- Schroeder: I don't know. It's kind of hard to say off hand.
- Lucy van Pelt: Schroeder, I have the feeling you and I would get married someday.
- Schroeder: [laughs loudly]
- Lucy van Pelt: Loud and long.
- Charlie Brown: Hey, Linus. Where's your blanket?
- Linus van Pelt: Lucy locked it in a closet. She wants me to do without it until dinner. It's her way to getting me to gradually free myself of it before grandma comes.
- Charlie Brown: You don't look too well.
- Linus van Pelt: How would you feel if your whole nervous system was shot?
- Linus van Pelt: [grabs Snoopy's ear for a blanket]
- Lucy van Pelt: No substitutes!
- Patty: Pig Pen, you're a disgrace.
- Violet: You're a mess when you eat, a mess when you play, and a mess when when you're just standing still.
- Patty: Why are you always so dirty?
- Violet: When in the world are you going to clean up?
- Pig Pen: I have affixed to me the dirt of countless ages. Who am I to disturb history?
- Linus van Pelt: I can't go through another night like last night again.
- Charlie Brown: Can't I try and find you another substitute for something, Linus?
- Linus van Pelt: Would you give a starving dog a rubber bone?
- [Snoopy kicks Charlie Brown]
- Linus van Pelt: Uh, there's no mail for me?
- Lucy van Pelt: Why do you care if there's mail for you?
- Linus van Pelt: No reason.
- Lucy van Pelt: Ha! The Air Rescue Service mailed you your blanket, and you're waiting for it.
- Linus van Pelt: If that blanket of mine is lost in the mail, it's your fault, you know. They'll have to haul me away kicking and screaming. I crack up and they haul me away, what are you going to do?
- Lucy van Pelt: I'll write you.