Almanzo: You know, I don't know if it was such a good idea taking Mr. Montague in as a boarder.
Almanzo: I don't know. He's kind of strange.
Laura: He's a writer.
Almanzo: So? You're a writer, and you're not strange.
Laura: Almanzo, he seems nice enough. Besides, I think he's kind of funny.
Almanzo: Funny? I never met such a know-it-all in all my life! No matter what anyone else does, he does it better. I tell you, he acts like he's perfect.
Mr. Montague: (walking in) It's not an act, Almanzo. I am perfect. It is a cross I must bear. (to Laura) Bacon crisp. Two eggs, cooked exactly two and a half minutes.
Laura: Certainly. (Baby Rose starts crying hysterically from her high chair)
Mr. Montague: Ooh-ka, wa-wa. Noo? No-kah! (Rose stops crying immediately) A rudimentary form of baby talk I picked up on the island of Cyprus. I'll be at the table.
Laura: (stunned) Maybe he is perfect!