Lou Costello credited as playing...
Horatio Prim
- Horatio Prim: [he and Melody collide and are wearing each other's clothes] Odds bodkins, we're all mixed up!
- [they run into each other again and get back into their own clothes]
- Horatio Prim: Melody, don't ever do that again, I'm a boy!
- Horatio Prim: [Horatio and Nora are laying in the hay, Nora kisses him, he gasps and stutters] Nora!
- Nora O'Leary: Oh Horatio, do my kisses thrill you that much?
- Horatio Prim: I'm sitting on a pitchfork!
- Melody Allen: Here's a horse pistol.
- [Gives him the gun. Horatio turns to the horse behind him]
- Horatio Prim: Here, this is for you. Now what do I shoot with?
- Horatio Prim: Cuthbert, Melody, it's Cuthbert! He's still alive!
- Melody Allen: How can that be?
- Horatio Prim: I don't know, they say only the good die young.
- Melody Allen: Horatio, be patient.
- Horatio Prim: Be patient? Melody, do you realize that my Nora has been waiting on me for 165 years? And a girl will only wait so long, and no longer!
- Melody Allen: I need help.
- Horatio Prim: [With his head sticking out of a trunk] What do you think I need? Would you please me get out of this overcoat?
- Telephone operator: [Horatio picks up the phone receiver] Number please.
- Horatio Prim: Spooks!
- [runs over to Melody]
- Horatio Prim: That thing just talked to me!
- Melody Allen: [Tom's voice is coming through Emily] Horatio, why can't I see him?
- Horatio Prim: You can't, you poor kid. You see, he's got his wings, and we're still grounded.
- Cuthbert Greenway: If he had a letter from George Washington, then he couldn't have been a traitor.
- Horatio Prim: [raps on the table] That's right!
- Mildred Dean: Now don't tell me we're going to stay up the rest of the night contacting George Washington!
- Melody Allen: You know no self-respecting ghosts do any haunting before midnight.
- Horatio Prim: Alright, I'll wait. But tonight, I haunt!
- Horatio Prim: I don't want those people coming around here saying,
- [singing]
- Horatio Prim: Here lie the dirty traitors! Here lie the dirty traitors!
- [crying]
- Horatio Prim: Here lie the dirty traitors.