- Mr. Wolf: Well, you Honor, it was like thls. It was a Sunday afternoon, and I was on my way home from the pool hall - I mean, Sunday school. I always go to Sunday school. I was full of the spirit of brotherly love.
- Mr. Wolf: What's that?
- Little Red Riding Hood: Oh, that's my grandmother. She has a terrific hangover... I mean, she's very, very ill.
- Mr. Wolf: I'm skippin' along, pickin' flowers for me mudder. I'm always thinkin' of me dear old mudder!
- Grandma: My, what big eyes you have, Mr. Wolf.
- Mr. Wolf: The better to observe the wonders of Mother Nature with, grandma.
- Grandma: And what a beautiful fur coat you have. Should bring in about thirty-five bucks. So handsome, silky-smooth, sleek and stunning.
- Mr. Wolf: I try to keep myself tidy. My, what a big mallet you have, Granny.
- Grandma: All the better to get at your fur coat!
- [Last lines]
- Mr. Wolf: ...And it was only though a miracle that I escaped with me life.
- [the jury looks unconvinced]
- Mr. Wolf: And if that ain't the truth, I hope - I hope I get run over by a streetcar.
- [Suddenly a streetcar bursts through the wall, running over the Wolf]
- Mr. Wolf: Well, maybe I did exagerate just a little bit.