Peter: “Behold, the walls of Jericho!”

Peter: “Why didn’t you take off all your clothes?  You could have stopped forty cars.”
Ellie: “Well, I’ll remember that when we need forty cars.”

Peter: “I’m the whippoorwill that cries in the night.  I’m the soft morning breeze that caresses your lovely face.”

Peter: “Quit bawlin’!”