- Gracie Allen: Mr. Larkin, hasn't the Post Office got a dead letter office?
- Mr. Larkin - the Postman: Yes.
- Gracie Allen: Uh-huh. Then how come I never get any letters from my grandfather?
- Fletcher Bowron, Mayor of Los Angeles: By the way, Gracie, I want to tell Mrs. Bowron about that casserole dish. How do you make it?
- Gracie Allen: Oh, I didn't make it. I bought it at a crockery shop.
- Harry von Zell: Gracie, what the mayor meant was the food in the casserole.
- Fletcher Bowron, Mayor of Los Angeles: Well, Mr. Von Zell, Gracie and I know that you don't buy food in a crockery shop.
- Gracie Allen: Mayor Boweran, this is Mr. Larkin, our postman. He wants you to fix his whistle.
- George Burns: His whistle?
- Fletcher Bowron, Mayor of Los Angeles: What whistle?
- Harry von Zell: Whose whistle?
- Mr. Larkin - the Postman: My whistle?
- Gracie Allen: Your whistle! Ah-ha, that's funny! Let's do it again!
- Gracie Allen: Mayor Bowron, this is Mr. Larkin, our postman. He wants you to fix his whistle.
- George Burns: His whistle?
- Fletcher Bowron, Mayor of Los Angeles: What whistle?
- Harry von Zell: Whose whistle?
- Mr. Larkin - the Postman: My whistle?
- Gracie Allen: Your whistle! Ah-ha, that's funny! Let's do it again!