Annabel Andrews: Max, you big hamburger!
Mrs. Andrews: Honestly, Bill, that child hasn't got a clue about my life, not a single clue.
Mrs. Schmauss: Where do I start, honey?
Mrs. Ellen Andrews: In the kitchen. We had a little problem this morning.
Mrs. Schmauss: What happened?
Mrs. Ellen Andrews: Well, the washing machine went bananas and uh...
Mrs. Schmauss: [suddenly we enter the next scene, in the laundry room just after the kitchen] Well, lets take a look and see what's going on.
[she opens the washing machine lid, and very instantly sees that it's overloaded]
Mrs. Schmauss: Oh no! No! Well no wonder.
[starts taking them out piece by piece]
Mrs. Schmauss: You're going to cram your shirts, and your rugs, and your hose, and your sneakers, and some little tin things. What are these little tin things? Oh jacks! That's cute. That's cute! And all of your jacks in here together, not to mention you used too much soap. That is your problem.
[shuts the lid]
Mrs. Ellen Andrews: Well, that's what comes of letting Annabel help with the laundry. That sweet thing trying to be helpful.
Mrs. Schmauss: A genuine first?
[rolls her eyes]
Mrs. Schmauss: Ugh!
Annabel Andrews, Mrs. Ellen Andrews: [about each other, from two different places at the same time, they are saying the magic word which suddenly makes them unintentionally switch] I wish I could switch places with her for just one day.
[Annabelle and her mother have already just got their own bodies back, but stayed in the same places that they were switched, and it looks to Boris and Ben like she and her mother just did an impossible trick]
Boris Harris, the Neighbor: Hey Annabelle, where did you come from?
Annabel Andrews: Don't ask me.
Ben Andrews: Where did Mom go?
Annabel Andrews: Don't ask me.
Ben Andrews: Can you do that again?
Annabel Andrews: I hope not.
Mrs. Ellen Andrews (as Annabel): I was only kidding, Daddy.
Mr. William Waring 'Bill' Andrews: Daddy? You never called me "Daddy" before?
Mrs. Ellen Andrews (as Annabel): [covering up the problem] Oh, and I never will again, Bill, Dear.
Mrs. Ellen Andrews (as Annabel): Do this... do that... everybody's had breakfast but me!
[rummages in the fridge]
Mrs. Ellen Andrews (as Annabel): Ah! Macaroni and cheese, breakfast at last.
Mrs. Ellen Andrews (as Annabel): Too late, Miss. Gibbons, I've already seen your action!
Mrs. Ellen Andrews: you know, Borris, I do believe this is the first time you've ever gotten a chance to see our lovely, lovely home... it's simple, yet elegant!
Mr. William Waring 'Bill' Andrews: What's going on in there?
Mrs. Ellen Andrews (as Annabel): Something really freaky!
Annabel Andrews: What is this?
Virginia: Your usual rum raisin banana-split breakfast.
Annabel Andrews: Of course! what else would the junk food junkie eat fro breakfast?
[looking at the girls, who are staring]
Annabel Andrews: You notice something different about me, right? Something different?
Annabel Andrews: As a dad you're terrific. As a husband, you're more like a traffic cop!
Mrs. Andrews: Your mop stinks!