Miss Polly

Miss Pandora Polly:
[singing] Oh she's coming round the mountain, here she comes, here she comes. She's coming round the mountain here she comes, here she comes. Go around the summer house here she comes, here she comes.

Mrs. Minerva Snodgrass:
Until tonight, you keep your mouth shut.

Postman Wilbur Boggs:
You, you, you, oh whittle-de-de.

Miss Pandora Polly:
Nobody ever [wolf call whistle] at me but I wish they would've.

Patsy:
I'm going to go catch a chicken for lunch.

Miss Pandora Polly:
A little innocent lovemaking never did anybody any harm.