- Miss Yvonne: [in shock] I can't believe it. Pee-wee is selling the Playhouse. It's so... It's so... It's so... I can't even think of the word.
- [everyone screams]
- [Miss Yvonne is on Chairry, sobbing uncontrollably at the thought of Pee-wee selling the Playhouse]
- Globey: You and me had some fun in this Playhouse. Eh, Pterri?
- Pterri: You can say that again.
- Globey: You and me had some fun in this Playhouse. Eh, Pterri?
- Pterri: Yeah. Pee-wee always showed us a good time.
- Miss Yvonne: How could you even think of selling the Playhouse without first consulting us? It belongs to all of us. You just remember that, Pee-wee. It's all our Playhouse.
- [Last lines]
- Chairry: [after everyone is relieved that Pee-wee only wanted to sell lemonade] You mean, You are not selling the playhouse?
- Pee-wee Herman: Of course not, Chairry. I wouldn't sell the Playhouse for a million, trillion, billion, zillion dollars.
- [everyone cheers]
- Dirty Dog: We don't have to travel!
- Cool Cat: We don't have to rome!
- Chicky Baby: Be it ever so humble!
- Dirty Dog, Cool Cat, Chicky Baby: There's no place like home!
- Miss Yvonne: Oh thank you, Pee-wee.
- [gives Pee-wee a kiss]
- Pee-wee Herman: Hey, would anyone care for a refreshing glass of lemonade?
- [everyone accepts]
- Miss Yvonne: Oh, I would.
- Pee-wee Herman: Great. I'll be right back.
- [goes to his scooter and puts on his helmet]
- Miss Yvonne: Pee-wee, Where are you going?
- Pee-wee Herman: To get some lemons.
- [to everyone]
- Pee-wee Herman: The Playhouse will always be here for everyone to play in, forever, and ever, and ever. On that, you have my WORD!
- [everyone screams]
- Miss Yvonne: Excuse me for interrupting your flashback, but I just thought of something.
- Dirty Dog, Cool Cat, Chicky Baby: What?
- Miss Yvonne: If Pee-wee sells the Playhouse, that... That... That...
- Dirty Dog, Cool Cat, Chicky Baby: That what?
- Miss Yvonne: That there might not be... a Puppetland!
- [begins to break down, rushes over to Chairry, and sits down sobbing]
- Chairry: That's all right, Miss Yvonne.
- [in a broken voice]
- Chairry: We'll think of something.