Notice that when they leave the cabin, they leave their backpacks there.
Lucy: Ricky, don't you have a confession to make?
Ricky: Not me. I'm no fool. We might be saved!
Ricky: We have to concentrate. We have to use our brains.
Lucy: (thinking) Well now, let me see...
Ricky: You stay out of this!
Ricky: I'm sorry, honey. I'm sorry I blamed you.
Lucy: I'm sorry I said your show was stale.
Ethel: Fred, I'm sorry I called you a dumb bunny.
Fred: I'm sorry you're so fat you broke my glasses.
Lucy: Those aren't mountain-climbing outfits. You look like you came out of a Swiss clock!
Lucy: We wouldn't be trapped in here if Fred hadn't sent the band to Lucarno.
Ethel: (to Fred) She's right. This is all your fault! What a dumb-bunny trick!
Fred: Well, I wouldn't have sent the band to Lucarno if you hadn't sat on my glasses.
Lucy: Well, actually the whole thing is Ricky's fault.
Ricky: MY FAULT?
Lucy: Yes! If you hadn't left Cuba and come to America we wouldn't gotten married, and we wouldn't be in Switzerland in the first place!
Fred: Ricky I got a confession to make, I charge you ten dollars a month more than my other tenants.
Ethel: I got a confession too, Fred. Every month I give them back the ten dollars.
Lucy: I hear music. Some strange far off music. Oh no, maybe we're closer to eternity than we think.
Ethel: You remember when we were married I said I was 18. I was 19. (starts crying)
Fred: I have something to tell you too. You were 24.
Fred: Well how did they get out in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers?
Lucy: They waited for the spring thaw.
Fred: I wouldn't mind that if we had five more brides.
Fred: I thought one of those Saint Bernards might be going by. I could use a shot of brandy.
Ethel: (about Fred) Oh, a bigshot. Now that he isn't the landlord he's going to turn on the heat.
Fred: (about Ethel) With that lunch you packed away, I doubt if there's enough rope left to go around you.
Ethel: Gee, this high altitude sure gives me an appetite.
Fred: What's your excuse at sea level?
Fred: I was worried when I didn't find you on the end of that rope.
Ethel: Really honey? Were you afraid you'd lose me?
Fred: I'll say; that outfit you're wearing is rented.
Lucy: Now, listen. All the times Ricky has been mad at me, he never once struck me.
Fred: Well you're bigger than I am.
Lucy: Don't let that Latin temperament scare you. Ricky's bark is worse than his bite.
Fred: Don't tell me he bites too.
Ethel: Fred, you haven't even looked out the window. Haven't you any appreciation for beauty?
Fred: What are you doing, Ethel, fishing for insults?
Songs: "Schnitzelbank", "La Cucaracha", and "Swiss Yodel".