Theodore Cleaver: [Beaver wants Ward to hear him recite the poem he's memorizing for school] I'm s'posed to memorize it. It's that hunk right there, Dad.
Ward Cleaver: You mean this stanza here?
Theodore Cleaver: Yeah, that's the hunk. Hear me on it.
Ward Cleaver: Well, go ahead.
Theodore Cleaver: Uh, you better give me the first word.
Ward Cleaver: [patiently] One.
Theodore Cleaver: Oh, yeah. 'One if by land and two if by sea / And I on the opposite shore shall be. / Ready to ride and spread the alarm / to every middle-sized village and farm.'
Ward Cleaver: [amused] Oh, no, Beaver, it's not 'middle-sized' village and farm, it's the county of Middlesex. It's in Massachussetts.
Theodore Cleaver: Gee, Dad, we don't have to learn where the town is, we just gotta learn the poem.
Ward Cleaver: Sorry.
Ward Cleaver: [later, upstairs] I just came up to see if Beaver would like me to hear his poem again, before he went to bed.
Theodore Cleaver: Oh, sure, Dad. 'One if by land and two if by sea / And I on the opposite shore will be. / Ready to ride and spread the alarm / to every middle-aged village and farm... '
Ward Cleaver: Well, that's getting there.