Norman Thayer: Ethel Thayer. Sounds like I have a lisp, doesn’t it?
Norman: You ever read “Treasure Island”?
Norman: Go read it.
Norman: Hello? Operator? What do you want? Well, you called, you must want something. Oh, I called you. Yes, I was wondering if you could give me a call, to see if my phone works. It hasn’t rung all winter. What? What do you want my number for? Oh, to call me. Well, I don’t know, it’s got a 9 in there somewhere.
Ethel: You’re my knight in shining armor. Don’t you forget it. You’re going to get back up on that horse, and I’m going be right behind you, holding on tight, and away we’re going to go, go, go.
Norman: I don’t like horses.
Norman: Well… Should we go say goodbye to the lake?
Ethel: Are you sure you’re strong enough?
Norman: Oh, I think so…if I fall headfirst into the lake you’ll know I wasn’t.
Chelsea Thayer Wayne: It just seems that you and me have been mad at each other for so long.
Norman Thayer Jr.: I didn’t think we were mad, I just thought we didn’t like each other.
Norman Thayer: I’m going to Puerto Rico or Wyoming, or someplace like that.