- [Daniel expresses a keen interest in meeting Carolyn's former in-laws]
- Carolyn Muir: Well, my mother-in-law's a deer. My father-in-law's a...
- Capt. Daniel Gregg: Not a deer.
- Carolyn Muir: Uh, well, more of a bear. He's a little outspoken, a bit domineering, inclined to be an autocrat.
- Capt. Daniel Gregg: Really? I like him already.
- Carolyn Muir: You do?
- Capt. Daniel Gregg: I do.
- Carolyn Muir: Well, I guess it's true.
- Capt. Daniel Gregg: What is?
- Carolyn Muir: Well, opposites attract.
- Ralph Muir: Good morning, Elizabeth.
- Martha Grant: Oh-oh, good morning, Mr. Johnson.
- Ralph Muir: Johnson? Oh, no, Elizabeth, my name is Muir.
- Martha Grant: Well, isn't that a coincidence, Mr. Muir. My name is Martha.
- Carolyn Muir: What do I say to two lonely people who've lost their son and now afraid of losing his children?
- Capt. Daniel Gregg: Claymore, tomorrow morning you must appear at Gull Cottage as a modern version of Captain Daniel Gregg.
- [Claymore moans]
- Capt. Daniel Gregg: If you are good and do exactly as you are told, you will profit handsomely from the experience and the training. If you are idle and inept, I will cease to haunt Gull Cottage, and I will personally haunt you for the rest of your days.
- Ralph Muir: Uh, Candy, you're going to spend the day with your grandmother - a real girl-type day - and, Jonathan, you and I are going to spend a real boy-type day. How's that?
- Candice Muir: Great.
- Jonathan Muir: What're we gonna do, Granddad?
- Ralph Muir: Well, any real boy-thing you'd like, and I'm doing it with you.
- Jonathan Muir: Honest?
- Ralph Muir: You name it.
- Jonathan Muir: Sewing.
- Capt. Daniel Gregg: Now, once more. Which side does the wind blow to?
- Claymore Gregg: The wind at sea BLEES to the loo'ard side.
- Capt. Daniel Gregg: "Blees?"
- Claymore Gregg: It's sea-going for "blows."
- Capt. Daniel Gregg: Since when?
- Claymore Gregg: Since "leeward" is "loo'ar-d."
- Claymore Gregg: [trying to pass for a hardened seaman] I'm dragging anchor right now and I must return to my craft - meaning vessel as opposed to occupation. Actually both. You see, the flounders are running and we can't let any seaweed grow under our little keels, now can we?