Charlie Brown: I can’t cook a Thanksgiving dinner. All I can make is cold cereal and maybe toast.
Linus van Pelt: That’s right. I’ve seen you make toast. You can’t butter it, but maybe we can help you.

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Lucy van Pelt: Isn’t it peculiar, Charlie Brown, how some traditions just slowly fade away?

Charlie Brown: I think I’m losing control of the whole world.
Linus van Pelt: Now what’s wrong?
Charlie Brown: Now she’s bringing Franklin, too. Peppermint Patty’s invited herself, Marcie, and Franklin over for Thanksgiving dinner. And I’m not even going to be home. I’m going to be at my grandmother’s.
Linus van Pelt: Why don’t you just call her back and explain it to her?
Charlie Brown: You can’t explain anything to Peppermint Patty because you never get to say anything. I’m doomed. Three guests for Thanksgiving, and I’m not even going to be home. Peppermint Patty will hate me for the rest of my life.

Charlie Brown: Good grief, it’s 4 o’clock! We’re supposed to be at grandmother’s house for Thanksgiving by 4:30. I’d better talk to her and explain my dilemma.

Lucy van Pelt: Charlie Brown! Oh, Charlie Brown!
Charlie Brown: I can’t believe it. She must think I’m the most stupid person alive.
Lucy van Pelt: Come on, Charlie Brown. I’ll hold the ball and you kick it.
Charlie Brown: Hold it? Ha! You’ll pull it away and I’ll land flat on my back and kill myself.
Lucy van Pelt: But Charlie Brown, it’s Thanksgiving.
Charlie Brown: What’s that got to do with anything?
Lucy van Pelt: Well, one of the greatest traditions we have is the Thanksgiving Day football game. And the biggest, most important tradition of all is the kicking off of the football.
Charlie Brown: Is that right?
Lucy van Pelt: Absolutely. Come on, Charlie Brown. It’s a big honor for you.
Charlie Brown: Well, if it’s that important, a person should never turn down a big honor. Maybe I should do it. Besides, she wouldn’t try to trick me on a traditional holiday. This time I’m gonna kick that football clear to the moon!

Sally Brown: Do you know what we have to do? We have to write an essay on Stanley Miles.
Charlie Brown: You mean Myles Standish.
Sally Brown: I can’t keep track of all those names.