Louie: Breathe, stupid! Breathe! You forgot to breathe again!

Heathcliff: Uhhh, I fell down, Louie.

Heathcliff: Read to me what’s on this pretty paper, Louie. Read to me what’s on this pret-ty paper.

Louie: How would you like to take a nice long vacation, huh?

Heathcliff: Oh boy! Ohh, a vacation! No more pencils! No more books! No more teacher’s dirty looks! Uh, g’bye, Louie. G’bye! I’m sure gonna miss you, Louie. G’bye!

Louie: Yeah, yeah, OK. G’bye! G’bye!

(knock at door)

Heathcliff: Dai-uhh, I got homesick, Louie.

Heathcliff: Goody! We’re gonna play train!

Louie: All aboooooooooooooard!!

Heathcliff: Duh, chooga-chooga-chooga-chooga-chooga-chooga-chooga-chooga-chooga-chooga-chooga-chooga-chooga-chooga-doi-uhh-CHOO-CHOO-oo!!

(train crashes)

Heathcliff: I done a baaaaaad thing.

Heathcliff: Oh, boy, it’s purty. Dai-uhh, hey! Dere’s four candles here and I’m only tree! We won’t need dis one.

Louie: Oh, yes we will. You’re four!

Heathcliff: Oh noooo, I’m three.

Louie: You’re FOUR!

Heathcliff: Iiiiiyyyam not. I’m three.

Heathcliff: You was right, Louie. I’m four. I found my boith certificate and it says I’m four. So give me back my candle!