- Aunt Althea Carter: Yes, Professor - just what are your plans?
- Prof. Whopper Hatch: I don't know... we've been offered a job...
- [looks at Terry]
- Prof. Whopper Hatch: ... but we ain't takin' it.
- Smokey: Now wait a minute, Whopper. No use cuttin' off our tongues to spite our stomachs.
- Aunt Althea Carter: [after Whopper has run off to avoid getting married] Well, of all the low-down, ornery, grizzled-bearded, bow-legged, gun-totin' maverick!