- Dr. Mann: You have a very sick horse here.
- Mike: Oh, eh, Dr. Mann, you don't understand.
- Dr. Mann: Please don't explain, there's no time to waste, I may have to operate.
- Peter: [dressed as the front end of a horse] You can't operate. I'm not a horse, I'm a Monkee.
- Dr. Mann: Hahaha, A likely story. I suppose you sing, too?
- Davy: [dressed as the back end of a horse] Yeah, both of us in here do.
- Dr. Mann: Egad, it's even worse than I thought. This horse not only has delusions of singing, it has a split personality!
- Farmer Fisher: [Coming into the barn ringing a big Triangle shouting] It's Tuesday morning! Got a lotta work to be done: gotta feed the hogs, gotta plow the south forty, gotta milk the cows, gotta feed the chickens. Come on boys, come on.
- Mike: Come on, we gotta go... plow the cow...
- Micky: Something about... I'm supposed to go milk the chicken?
- Peter: I think we ought to go to feed the south porty.
- Davy: Feed the chickens to the cows.