Peg Pete: Peter, if you're not going to help, please stay out of the way.
Pete: [anger building up inside him] The only thing I'm helping with is getting these Goofs outta here yesterday.
Peg Pete: [dominantly] Not unless you want to do your own cooking and cleaning and sunburn peeling forever.
Pete: Well, uh, I suppose this thing, uh, thing coulda... When's this reunion?
Peg Pete: High noon tomorrow.
Pete: [to himself] Gotta hang on for nine hours, 540 minutes. Ooh, that's a lotta seconds.
Goofy: [trying to hang up a black and white portrait of the family] If I can't see the family in living color, black and white's better than nothing.
[Pete sees his living room covered in paint]
Pete: What have you done?
M. Angelo Goof: Created a masterpiece, no?
Pete: [yelling] NOOO!
[Peg sees Max and Goofy unloading their car]
Peg: What happened? I thought you were on your way to your family reunion.
Max: We're gonna miss the reunion. Car broke down. Took our plane fare to fix it. Mr. Pete said we had an upset battery.
Peg: Loaded repair bill's more like it. That tub of butter is not gonna get away with this.
Pete: [to a Goof relative] Stop! You've done enough damage!
Peg: Shh! Pete. That's no way to treat our guests.
Pete: They are not staying here!
Peg: Oh, just until the reunion.
Pete: [freaking out] What?
[while Peg is coming downstairs holding a box full of balloons to get Goofy's reunion ready, she catches Pete attempting to bouncing out of the house]
Peg: [in a prideful tone] Trying to sneak out of helping, huh?
Pete: [stammers] I'm, uh, uh, just, uh, getting some, uh, exercise.
Peg: Well, while you're huffing and puffing, blow up some of these.
[shoves a balloon into his mouth]