- [Stu and Boris saw logs and load them into a wheelbarrow]
- Boris Kropotkin: Now, this is luxury. Back in the Old Country, we didn't have wheelbarrows to move the wood. You had to chop down a tree and hope it fell in your living room!
- [Stu sweats and huffs]
- [Chas wears a headband and tank top whilst carrying a book and wearing a drum around his neck]
- Charles "Chas" Finster: So, what do you think?
- Stu Pickles: Nice look, Chas. What's with the drum?
- [they go outside; Didi sits in a rocking chair on the front porch as she gives Dil his bottle]
- Didi Pickles: Charles! What on earth?
- Charles "Chas" Finster: Well, I bought this book: Nerd to Neanderthal in Five Easy Steps.
- [opens the book]
- Charles "Chas" Finster: In Chapter Four, it says, "A primative drum beat speeds up the cave-manification of the mild-mannered man."
- [chuckles and he closes the book]
- Charles "Chas" Finster: I hope so. I'd like to find my inner caveman before I catch a cold. Well, I'm off to the woods.
- Minka Kropotkin: OK, it's time to clean the cabin.
- Didi Pickles: Uh, shouldn't we be inside for that, Mom?
- Minka Kropotkin: No, darling. We're going to clean the *cabin*.
- Stu Pickles: That cabin is so flimsy, there isn't even anything to keep out the elements.
- Tommy Pickles: Elephants? Why was my daddy talking about elephants?
- Lil DeVille: Was it the cheesy kind or the chickeny kind?
- Phil DeVille: [licks his right palm] Cheesy.
- ["The Old Country"; first lines]
- Stu Pickles: Don't make me go, Deed. I'm begging ya.
- Didi Pickles: Honestly, Stu! You're acting like going to Mom and Dad's cabin for the weekend is some kind of torture!
- Stu Pickles: No electricity, no indoor plumbing. We might as well stay in Spike's doghouse! Why do they rent that shack every year?
- Didi Pickles: I think it reminds them of when they were young, you know, like in the Old Country.
- ["The Jungle"; first lines]
- Didi Pickles: Oh, Stu! Wouldn't these orchids look beautiful where the shed used to be?
- Stu Pickles: Oh, sure, Deed, if we lived in the Amazon. What that spot *really* needs is good, old Kentucky bluegrass. Acres and acres of it spreading from our back door to... well, you know, the fence.
- Lou Pickles: *I* say we ought to grow somethin' you can eat, like corn or soy beans.
- [Stu shoots Lou a confused look]
- Lou Pickles: You can make most anything out of soy beans, you know.