- Joseph A. Doakes: Well, I guess no one was ever hurt by too much magic, huh, Junior?
- Joseph Doakes Jr.: I wouldn't know.
- Mr. Calypso: Now, the hardest part of the trick is... take these both ends, and make one solid piece again. Merely by placing them into the left hand, and... snapping the finger, and we have one solid piece.
- [Doakes grabs Calypso's sleeve and looks inside]
- Mr. Calypso: No, there's nothing up the sleeve.
- Mrs. Doakes: [as her husband tries to hide his new magic set] Don't worry - I won't look.
- Joseph Doakes Jr.: You can look; you won't see anything.
- [last lines]
- Joseph Doakes Jr.: [as he re-opens the sack, it collapses to the floor] Mom! Mom! Dad's gone!
- [Mrs. Doakes faints, and her husband re-appears... elsewhere]
- [first lines]
- Joseph A. Doakes: I'd like to see something for a 12-year-old boy.
- Toy Store Clerk: Something in a game?
- Joseph A. Doakes: Oh, I guess so, yeah; he's a little old for dolls.
- Toy Store Clerk: Is he a, uh, bright boy?
- Joseph A. Doakes: Well...
- Joseph A. Doakes: [tilts hand back and forth, suggesting so-so] Like that.
- Toy Store Clerk: ...I see.