- Joseph A. Doakes: I love stewed tomatoes. Why do they have to ration everything that I like, and just leave me with fish and squash?
- Mrs. Doakes: Why, tomatoes...
- Joseph A. Doakes: You'd think that the armies were throwing tomatoes at each other over there, the way they cut us down. It's meat that's rationed, then it's butter - now it's tomatoes! They'll go too far, you know, one of these days.
- Mrs. Doakes: You - think tomatoes are rationed?
- Mrs. Doakes' Friend: Whatever got into him to raise tomatoes, of all things?
- Mrs. Doakes: He thought they were rationed! And it made him so mad he's nearly broken his back trying to raise some.
- Joseph A. Doakes: Why, I can grow enough tomatoes myself to supply this whole street.
- Mrs. Doakes: Well, why don't you? If you love them so much, just grow some! And you show those people in Washington they can't keep you from eating what you like. We've got plenty of room out back.
- Joseph A. Doakes: By gosh, I will. If I grow 'em, will you stew 'em?
- Mrs. Doakes: If you grow them, I'll stew them.
- Joseph A. Doakes: Is that all I have to do, plant it in the ground?
- Cornelius Gidge: Well, it's not as simple as that. First, you take your hoe...
- Joseph A. Doakes: What hoe?
- Cornelius Gidge: What?
- Joseph A. Doakes: What hoe?
- Cornelius Gidge: Ah, British, eh?
- Mrs. Doakes' Friend: Joe looks tired.
- Mrs. Doakes: He *is* tired. Maybe I shouldn't have let him do it.
- Hardware Store Man: You dig a furrow running north and south.
- Joseph A. Doakes: Do I have to run?
- Hardware Store Man: No. The furrow runs - not you.