- Dorothea: Why didn't you just tell her to get lost? Afraid she might stop loving you?
- Robert Burger: Dotty, Dotty, Dotty! She's nine years old!
- Dorothea: And little kids of nine don't think like that. Ah, no! Kids of nine are holy, innocent, little lambs!
- Robert Burger: Shut up! Either say something helpful, or don't say it! They're professional blowups done by an expert, not by a kid of nine!
- Robert Burger: What about that black kid I saw in your car?
- The Sheriff: Little Billy? That's a funny thing. Every time somethin' goes wrong in this town, somebody blames Little Billy, and I've gotta pull him in, then let 'im go. Now you were tellin' me?
- Elizabeth: This is station WLIZ. With me, Liz Harrison speaking. All the way from one till three. Be happy now!
- Uncle David: Of course, speaking for myself, I don't look forward to birthdays anymore. But, when you're nine years old and as pretty as Thelma, well...