- Mister Ed: [Ed's having nightmares - about his having 'bad blood'] I can't pose for that statue. I'm a bad horse.
- Mister Ed: [Ed's freaking out - after finding out not only doesn't't he have any 'noble blood', but, all his ancestor's were the horses of criminals] Stay away from me, Wilbur; I might be a killer!
- Kay Addison: I'm terribly excited about this, and I put your name down for a fifty-dollar contribution toward the statue.
- Roger Addison: Why is it in a country of free speech, every time you open your mouth it costs me money?
- Mister Ed: [Wilbur's rubbing Ed down - after his day of doing actual, physical labour] It was awful, Wilbur. HE worked me like a horse, and I'm a playboy!
- Mister Ed: [after a few hours pf doing... 'horse work', i.e., pulling bails of hay, etc.because he thinks he 'deserves' it - for having 'bad' blood, Ed's freaking out] Working is for horses, not me. What's wrong with 'bad' ancestors? I gotta get outta here, before they kill me.