- Orkney Cadwallader: I hate clever men!
- Faith Cadwallader: I hate you, father!
- Orkney Cadwallader: That's a very healthy symptom, my daughter! When you can transfer those violent emotions from me to a suitable young man, your future happiness will be assured.
- Faith Cadwallader: [Exasperated] Father!
- Orkney Cadwallader: You know, earlier you were Antigone, and now you've become Electra. You've run the whole gamut of Greek drama!
- Orkney Cadwallader: A howling success! Nature couldn't have produced a more peachy earthquake! It RIPPED the land from one end to the other!
- Sam: Orkney, you sure do know how to make an earthquake.
- Harry: You sure do.
- Orkney Cadwallader: Sam and Harry, you stick with me, and we'll have earth beyond our most secret dreams!
- Sam: We're stickin'.
- Orkney Cadwallader: [one of Cadwallader's devices starts up automatically] A-ha, a-ha, a-ha. What's this? What is this?
- [he, Sam, and Harry walk over to the device]
- Orkney Cadwallader: Ah, it's their train. It's coming this way. Mr. West and Mr. Gordon.
- Harry: What do we do about them?
- Orkney Cadwallader: Well... that's been arranged. That's all been arranged.