- The Husband: The very idea of food cooked in an open fireplace starts the old digestive juices flowing and makes the weak, effeminate dishes of the city - the souffles, the chicken pates, the namby-pamby pastries and ices -seem like hospital food. Man ows it to his stomach every once in a while to feed it the way Nature intended it to be fed from Nature's own storehouse.
- Bill Wimus: [as the Indian guide is stirring the pot on the fire] Wow, I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!
- Indian guide: No horse, BEANS!