- [Paul tries to fit his hand through the cast iron gate but it cuts him]
- Ritter Friedhelm: Sharp as a razor.
- Paul: Darn witch... Unless... Could the alarm clock...?
- Wecker: I? Little weak clock? And without hands!
- [He hides in Friedhelm's saddlebag. Friedhelm grabs him but the alarm clock holds onto the lining]
- Wecker: No! Let me go!
- [the alarm clock's arms stretch as he's pulled out of the bag]
- Wecker: I don't want to!
- [He ends up tearing out the lining of the saddlebag]
- Ritter Friedhelm: Coward.
- Wecker: You have to kiss her. Mwah!
- Ritter Friedhelm: Not me. Him.
- Paul: Me?
- Wecker: Who else? The horse?
- Paul: I don't kiss girls.
- Ritter Friedhelm: Think of Sleeping Beauty.