Toby Tyler: Do you swap back the ones that are bad?
Harry Tupper: Bad? I don't vend bad peanuts, boy. Maybe a little underbred timewarn perhaps, but not really bad.
Toby Tyler: [tastes a peanut] Tastes bad.
Harry Tupper: You, my boy, could be... a concessionare.
Toby Tyler: I could?
Toby Tyler: Mr. Stubbs, have you see my shoes? Good night, I left them over at the lemonade stand.
Toby Tyler: I got my own horse back home.
Mademoiselle Jeanette: Toby, really?
Toby Tyler: Name's Old Red, he's not really old that's just his name,
Mademoiselle Jeanette: Is he a gaited horse?
Toby Tyler: [confused] Gated?
Mademoiselle Jeanette: You know, what gait does he favor most?
Toby Tyler: Oh, I guess he favers most the gate that leads down to the pasture. Lots of sweet clover down there.
Mademoiselle Jeanette: [giggles] Toby, you're joking.