- Miss Alice Landers: And now, boys and girls, between now and tomorrow I want you to think about who would make our best Junior Fire Chief and who you're going to vote for. Yes, Richard.
- Richard Rickover: My grandfather was in the San Francisco fire.
- Miss Alice Landers: Oh! Well, he must have told you some very interesting stories!
- Richard Rickover: Oh, no, ma'am. He'd already croaked before I knew him.
- Penny Woods: [everybody is hitting up Beaver to vote for them for Junior Fire Chief when Penny "accidentally" bumps into him in the hallway] Why, Beaver Cleaver, it's *you*. Why, you're getting so big and tall that I didn't recognize you!
- Theodore Cleaver: [suspiciously] You see me every day.
- Penny Woods: Yes, but not this close.
- [she moves shoulder-to-shoulder with him]
- Theodore Cleaver: Yeah. It's creepy, isn't it?
- Penny Woods: Ya know, Beaver, you're the nicest boy in our whole class!
- Theodore Cleaver: I am?
- Penny Woods: Oh, yes, Beaver! You never throw stuff at the girls at recess, or tease them, or make sick noises while we're eating or anything! And I was telling my mother the other day: That Beaver Cleaver is the nicest-looking boy in dancing school. And she said...
- Theodore Cleaver: Uh, Penny.
- Penny Woods: Yes, Beaver?
- Theodore Cleaver: I'm not gonna vote for ya.
- Penny Woods: Beaver Cleaver! You're a smelly, little skunk!
- Theodore Cleaver: I'm still not gonna vote for ya.
- Penny Woods: I still think he was a crummy fire chief.
- Gilbert Bates: I'll bet you were the crummiest horse in the horse show, too.