Ralph: What do you think we should do?
Fonzie: I think we should rake him over the coals until he cries wolf.
Potsie: Isn't that a mixed metaphor?
Fonzie: Do you think he's gonna know the difference?
Richie: I can't figure out how they recognized me from the radio.
Ralph: You have a very distinctive stutter.
(Richie studies the dedication Fonzie wants him to read out on the radio.)
Richie: "To the Drysdale sisters, Beth and Jenny, from Fonzie and Sam."
Richie: Who's Sam?
Fonzie: Oh, that's me. I don't want the Drysdale sisters to know they're competing.
Potsie: We know all about image-making. Sally Hargrove wouldn't be head cheerleader if we hadn't told her to wear padding.
Richie: She's not head cheerleader.
Ralph: No, but she will be this year. One more pair of rolled up socks and she'll be a legend.