Goof Troop

Goofy: Now try and be pals, OK? You need son of Pete to be a swell friend to have. Max: If you say so dad. Pete: "PJ!! Now don't get too friendly with that kid, see? He's crawling with Goof Germs! When you catch one of them and you'll wind up to be just like 'em. Here's the no good: what's the worse? Why I've seen it happen in the name pretty. Now protect yourself. See?"

Goofy: Well Peg, if you ask me, who's calling your future hubby-putty fingers Pete just won fair, oh he's wobbled the ball just lost just the big game. PJ: Whoa! You really lose the big game, Pap? You haven't told us once! How'd you…(Stopped speaking)

(After Pete was washed away into the manhole) PJ: Awesome. Max: Unbelievable. Pistol: Radical! Goofy: Gawrsh... Peg: Well! Who's for dinner?

PJ: Uh oh, those guys are dead meat! When dad sees this, he's gonna blow his gut! Pistol: Nuh-uh, betcha this time, it's his spleen. PJ: "Quarter? Pistol: It's covered. (Shakes hands) ---(later)--- PJ: You're right, spleen.(hands quarter over to Pistol)

(After spider attached to string reeled down in front of couple) Wife: Aaah! Husband: Wheh-heh-hell, check it all that freaking vine, a genuine recuepine pocus, just what I need for my collection.

Max: Sure had some good times here." Goofy: And you'll have more in Sponnerville too, you'll see. Who's gonna give us a nice blue house with a warm enough garden and your daily pilots.

Goofy: Start a-packing, Maxie, we're going up in the world! Max: Leave home? But, b-but dad, what about my friends? Goofy: Plenty of trees in Spoonerville, even my life. We don't have to fish in the sink anymore! Max: Really? Goofy: Yup, why my ol' school pal Pete lives there. Wait till you meet him. What a guy!

Goofy: Thanks George, lamb chicken wings tomorrow.

Mailman George: If it's meatballs, it must be Wednesday!