Mrs. Oleson: What in the world is that?
Mr. Oleson: What do you think it is? It's a hair-piece.
Mrs. Oleson: Oh, a hair-piece![After a pause, Harriet bursts out laughing] Oh Nels! It looks like a dead squirrel!
Mr Oleson: A man has to look his best while he is on the road!
Mrs. Oleson: Well, I say if you want to look your best, then you better bury that thing.