- Stacy Jones: I'm so sorry, Mr. Conductor, I didn't mean to scare you.
- Mr. Conductor: I'm glad to hear that, Stacy. I've already had a heart-stopping morning.
- Stacy Jones: Ohh, sounds dangerous.
- Mr. Conductor: I was lucky to escape with my life.
- Stacy Jones: Oh, let me guess, you were - water-skiing with sharks.
- Mr. Conductor: No, riskier.
- Stacy Jones: Uh... exploring caves in search of treasure.
- Mr. Conductor: Much more dangerous than that.
- Stacy Jones: Uh... climbing the snow-topped peaks of the Himalayas?
- Mr. Conductor: No! Worse! I was working lawn-croquet!
- Stacy Jones: [the vase he was in was juggled] Oh, Mr. Conductor, are you all right?
- Mr. Conductor: I will be as soon as I get my balance.
- Stacy Jones: Oh, well how 'bout - how 'bout another good spot of tea?
- Mr. Conductor: Another spot of tea would be nice, but I think I'll take it back to the English garden party, where all I have to worry about is getting run over by croquet-balls.
- Stacy Jones: I told her not to touch it.
- Billy Twofeathers: [gluing the teapot] Children touch.
- Stacy Jones: I know... I shouldn't have yelled at her.
- Billy Twofeathers: Adults yell.
- Stacy Jones: You know, it may sound silly to you, Billy, but - that tea-set means an awful lot to me. When I was a little girl I spent hours playing pretend with my grandmother.
- Billy Twofeathers: You still have the memory.
- Stacy Jones: Well, that's true. Memories don't go away just because a tea-set is broken.
- Billy Twofeathers: And that's a fact. Memories can't be broke... Mm-hm. Almost as good as new except for the cracks.
- Stacy Jones: Oh, I don't mind the cracks! I'll always remember today because of these cracks.
- Kara: [after his story] I'm glad the forest has grown back.
- Mr. Conductor: Forests do that. Leaves do, too. But friendships - they can't grow back once they're broken. That's why we always have to take care of them.
- Stacy Jones: I... I like these cracks. It gives it character, and it makes me think of all of you.
- Mr. Conductor: Stacy, are you calling me a crackpot?