- Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle: mercy me Mr Jeremy! what have you done with your poor fingers!
- Mr. Jeremy Fisher: well they are the very least of it!
- Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle: ooh! Mr Jeremy!
- Mr. Jeremy Fisher: MUCH worse than a few scratched fingers I ASSURE you! a really FRIGHTFUL thing it would have been if I hadn't been wearing my mackintosh!
- Mr. Jeremy Fisher: oh, what to do. 2 such good friends, one CANNOT sit without butterfly sandwiches. they do expect rather a good table, if only I can remember what I have in the pantry. grasshoppers! JUST the thing! I dare say I can find a bit of lettuce for Alderman Ptolemy, but... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!
- Lucie: but, but, where's your cap? your showl? your gown? if I didn't know better, Mrs Tiggy-Winkle, I'd to think that you were nothing but a... hedgehog!