- Laura Petrie: I got some new cereals.
- Rob Petrie: Wacha got?
- Laura Petrie: It's the treasure chest assortment. You can have Wheatie Wowwows, Ricey Rumbles, Sesame Sweeties or Corny Cuties.
- Rob Petrie: No Barley Bupkis?
- Laura Petrie: No. Ritchie ate them. Listen, how about some Corn Flakes.
- Rob Petrie: "Corn Flakes?"
- Rob Petrie: [laughs] What a silly name for a cereal.
- Millie Helper: Rob, you found out something! What did you find out? No. No. Never mind. You're right. It's none of my business. Laura, you call me later and tell me what he found out.
- [exits]
- Laura Petrie: You mean there's something wrong with us?
- Rob Petrie: Yes, something wrong with us.
- Laura Petrie: You mean we don't love each other?
- Rob Petrie: That's... it.
- Laura Petrie: That we don't love each other?
- Rob Petrie: No, that you should ask such a stupid question of a husband who loves you and... and that you love.
- Laura Petrie: Well, is that what Dr. Nevin said?
- Rob Petrie: No, that's what I said.
- Laura Petrie: Well, what did he say?
- Rob Petrie: What he said doesn't matter. At least that's what he said.
- Laura Petrie: Is-is-is that all he said?
- Rob Petrie: That's practically. He did say that my backache, he didn't think, was psychosomatic or psychological.
- Laura Petrie: He didn't... THINK it was.
- Rob Petrie: What... no, you see, uh, Dr. Nevins is laboring under an... under a handicap because he's a trained psychiatrist and he can't be as sure of his diagnosis as we laymen who have nothing to lose.
- Millie Helper: Yeah, well, Lake, uh, Sissy Manoonoo's gonna have to wait. I'd offer the cottage to you and Rob, but...
- Laura Petrie: Yeah, why don't you?
- Millie Helper: 'cause I know what Rob will say.
- Laura Petrie: What do you mean?
- Millie Helper: Well, we've offered the place to you three different times and Rob just doesn't seem to want to go.
- Laura Petrie: That's not so.
- Millie Helper: It is. Every time we ask him to go up there he gets sick so he can't go.
- Laura Petrie: Gee, I never noticed that.
- Rob Petrie: I want to prove to you once and for all that I want to be alone with you so badly that I'm willing to go up there by myself.
- Rob Petrie: What do you think, Phil?
- Dr. Philip Nevins: What do YOU think?
- Rob Petrie: Well, I... I thought I'd come over here and find out what you think.
- Dr. Philip Nevins: What I think doesn't matter. It's what YOU think.
- Rob Petrie: Well, what I THINK you think?
- Dr. Philip Nevins: No, what YOU think you think.
- Rob Petrie: I don't know what to think.
- Buddy Sorrell: You know how to keep a head cold from goin' down in your chest?
- Sally Rogers: No.
- Buddy Sorrell: Tie a knot in your neck.