- Millie Rudnick: Davy, you're an English boy?
- Davy: That's right, Milly.
- Millie Rudnick: You know Rex Harrison?
- Davy: No, I haven't had the pleasure yet.
- Millie Rudnick: How come? He's an English boy, too.
- Davy: Maybe he's avoiding me.
- Millie Rudnick: [Milly brings home a blonde girl named Clarisse Rawlings along with her shopping] Boys, look what I got. I found her at the supermarket.
- Peter: I don't know where we're gonna put her, there's no room in the refrigerator.
- Millie Rudnick: Who did this?
- Davy: Did what?
- Millie Rudnick: Who made this dust, this filth, you?
- [points toward Micky and Mike]
- Micky: What's today?
- Mike: Huh? Oh, Monday.
- Micky: Monday. Uh, It's Peter. Peter puts the filth out on Mondays.
- Peter: It was nothing.
- Peter: You're fired! From now on he sets the table.
- Millie Rudnick: Now, we must observe some rules. We're all grown-up people here. We musn't make a fuss about going to sleep and food should not be eaten with the fingers!
- Mike: Umm, the fingers should be eaten seperately.
- [bites his finger]
- Millie Rudnick: Don't be a Mr. Mouth.
- Millie Rudnick: Tell me, Mike, what good is success if you catch a cold?
- [Mike is dumbstruck]
- Millie Rudnick: I'll make you a sweater!
- Clarisse Rawlings: [posh accent] Do you really know Rex Harrison?
- Davy: [equally posh accent] No.
- Clarisse Rawlings: Actually, I don't care.
- Davy: I'm no good for you, you know...
- Clarisse Rawlings: I don't care.
- Davy: Terrible temper...
- Clarisse Rawlings: I don't care.
- Davy: I wander...
- Clarisse Rawlings: I don't care.
- Davy: Cruel, too...
- Clarisse Rawlings: I don't care.
- Davy: I love you, Clarisse!
- Clarisse Rawlings: I don't care.
- Mike: [cut to the other three Monkees playing dominoes] One thing about blondes, they sure don't care, do they?
- Millie Rudnick: Oh, d-don't, don't get up, finish convalescing. I can teach my bags to walk in by themselves.