- Alfalfa: [writing a farewell poem to Darla] Roses are red, violets are blue / Since Butch showed up, I'm blue too. / I lay my poor heart at your feet. / Please won't you be my Juliet sweet. / Your busted hearted Romeo - Alfalfa
- Alfalfa: [giving Darla a farewell poem] My whole life has been a fizzle. I'm going away forever. Goodbye... Goodbye, Mother.
- Alfalfa's Mother: Bye, Alf.