Lanolin: "Oh, Hilda, please, just try to calm down and tell us what happened."
Hilda: "Well, you know my dog."
Lanolin: "Yes? the 1 you renamed Mr. Smitty?"
Hilda: "Yeah, well this time he's really gone and done it: I took the turkey outta the oven and he's looking at it like a pointer, and I thought: That's kind of cute, when all of a sudden, he lunged, attacked, ran out the back door with it and tore it to shreds, and now, I don't have a turkey."
Arlene: "Mr. Smitty is a bad dog."
Hilda: "From now on, his new name is Mr. Get the Heck Outta Here, oh what am I gonna do? my niece and her husband are coming for dinner."
Lanolin: "You know something?"
Lanolin: "There's a place in Starlyville that sells pre-cooked turkeys, and I'm sure they're open for at least another half an hour."
Hilda: "Oh, I can't make it to Starlyville."
Garfield: "Well you could if I took you there."
Hilda: "You'd do that for me?"
Hilda: "Oh, come on, let's go, time's a wasting."