- Theodore Cleaver: It sure is swell of you to wrap that box for me, Miss Higgins.
- Miss Higgins: I'll fix it up real pretty, Beaver, with a red ribbon and a bow, just like it was Christmas.
- Theodore Cleaver: Gee, thanks. It's a real gift. Not 'money-tary' value, just 'sentanental'.
- Miss Higgins: 'Sentanental'? That's the best kind of a gift. Must be for someone special. Could it be a girl?
- Theodore Cleaver: Uh-huh. Girls make me sick to my stomach.
- Miss Higgins: They do?
- Theodore Cleaver: That's for my brother Wally's girl. He likes 'em.
- Miss Higgins: Well, I certainly hope she likes this gift. Here you are, Beaver. It's all done.
- Theodore Cleaver: Gee, it sure is pretty.
- [He grabs a pencil and pokes four holes in the top of the box]
- Miss Higgins: What did you do that for?
- Theodore Cleaver: He's gotta breathe, don't he?
- [We find out later that his toad, Herbie, is in the box]
- Ward Cleaver: Is there something going on here that I don't know about?
- June Cleaver: Why, of course not, Ward.
- Theodore Cleaver: Of course not, Ward...... I mean, Dad!