- Jim Galloway: [Betty, seeing Jim lounging on the porch and thinking it is her uncle, grabs the newspaper covering him and kisses him] Agh! Oh, hello, hello.
- Betty Holden: [aghast] I thought you were Uncle Matt Rathburn.
- Jim Galloway: Well, uh, I'm willing to be your uncle or your cousin or almost any of your relatives, young lady. What'll it be?
- Betty Holden: Oh, I think you're impossible. You probably saw me coming and purposely covered your face with the newspaper.
- Jim Galloway: [waves his finger at her] Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. Aren't you flattering yourself a little?