Toby Tyler, or Ten Weeks with a Circus

Toby Tyler:
Do you swap back the ones that are bad?

Harry Tupper:
Bad? I don't vend bad peanuts, boy. Maybe a little underbred timewarn perhaps, but not really bad.

Toby Tyler:
[tastes a peanut] Tastes bad.

Toby Tyler:
My name's not Sonny, it's Toby Tyler

Harry Tupper:
You, my boy, could be... a concessionare.

Toby Tyler:
I could?

Toby Tyler:
Mr. Stubbs, have you see my shoes? Good night, I left them over at the lemonade stand.

Toby Tyler:
I got my own horse back home.

Mademoiselle Jeanette:
Toby, really?

Toby Tyler:
Name's Old Red, he's not really old that's just his name,

Mademoiselle Jeanette:
Is he a gaited horse?

Toby Tyler:
[confused] Gated?

Mademoiselle Jeanette:
You know, what gait does he favor most?

Toby Tyler:
Oh, I guess he favers most the gate that leads down to the pasture. Lots of sweet clover down there.

Mademoiselle Jeanette:
[giggles] Toby, you're joking.

Uncle Daniel:
I'm a poor man, yet I took you in out of decency's sake when no one else would have you!