- Dagwood Bumstead: I'm gonna have to take the rest of the day off, Mr. Dithers.
- Julius Dithers: Take the rest of the what *where*?
- Dagwood Bumstead: I can't let Blondie down.
- Julius Dithers: [as Dagwood leaves] Let 'er *down*? I'd always try to get the ole battle-axe something that'll just shut 'er up. Yick.
- Julius Dithers: Bumstead, you're - ! Wha-?
- [Cora grabs him by the scruff of his shirt and holds him aloft]
- Cora Dithers: [growling] He's *what*, Julius?
- Julius Dithers: Such a romantic boy, don't you think, Cora? Isn't this whole wedding business - wwwonderful?
- Julius Dithers: Like I said: there'll be a big, fat, juicy bonus in it for you.
- Dagwood Bumstead: Bonus? For me? Gosh, Blondie'll be so proud! And just in time for our...
- [gasps and babbles in bewilderment at the deadline for the Fergueson building to be completed]
- Julius Dithers: Bumstead, I know that wedding's been on your mind a lot, but... icing swirls on the tenth floor?
- Dagwood Bumstead: Well, they...
- [a truck horn interrupts them, and they walk toward it]
- Julius Dithers: What now, a truck full of doilies?
- Blondie Bumstead: [in the truck, with Cora at the wheel] Hi, honey!
- Dagwood Bumstead: Huh?
- Julius Dithers: Oh, great, a truck full of Blondie.
- Blondie Bumstead: [getting out of the truck, then pulling a lever to reveal an inflating cathedral] Cora told me you wouldn't make it to the church on time, so - we brought the church to you!
- Alexander Bumstead: [he and Cookie emerge from upstairs] What was that crash?
- Cookie Bumstead: Probably that dweeb, Willard.
- Alexander Bumstead: Not exactly, sis. It's Dad.
- [they giggle]
- Julius Dithers: Bumstead, I know that's the first bonus you've gotten in 18 years, but grab hold of yourself, man.
- Dagwood Bumstead: I can't, Mr. Dithers; today is my 20th anniversary.
- Julius Dithers: So what? Anniversaries are like headaches; ignore 'em long enough, they'll blow away.
- Dagwood Bumstead: [after he unknowingly loses Blondie's wedding ring, alerted by Daisy] Daisy, get back here; this is no time for doggie gymnastics.
- Julius Dithers: [as the cathedral inflates] Bumstead, what's going on? Your first obligation is to Fergueson!
- Dagwood Bumstead: Wrong, Mr. Dithers. My first obligation is to my bride, my wife - you know, Blondie.
- [last lines]
- Julius Dithers: Hm, you don't catch me trapped at a wedding on a beautiful Thurday afternoon.
- Cora Dithers: Of course not, Julius. Because we're renewing our vows on a Friday afternoon.
- Julius Dithers: What?
- Cora Dithers: [clutching Julius's ear, then taking him away] Next Friday afternoon! Come on!
- Julius Dithers: Ooh, ee! Y-yes dear, what a wonderful idea!
- Dagwood Bumstead: [carrying a tall stack of gifts] Great, no one's home. I'll just put these gifts away and...
- [we hear a car beep twice outside]
- Dagwood Bumstead: Oh no! It's Blondie!
- Dagwood Bumstead: [after a rivet shoots into his pants] Well, fortunately, Daisy, you'll never know what it's like to have a hot rivet up your pants. Eh, girl?
- Dagwood Bumstead: [popping up from the gifts that fell out of the closet] Surprise! Happy anniversary, honey.
- Blondie Bumstead: [rising] Surprise? But our anniversary isn't till next week.
- Dagwood Bumstead: Oh. Yeah, I knew that.
- Jewelry Store Clerk: Will that be cash, check, or...?
- Dagwood Bumstead: [handing the clerk his credit card] Charge it. Thanks to that big, fat bonus, I'll be able to pay for it in full next pay day.
- Jewelry Store Clerk: Yes, sir.
- Julius Dithers: [first lines; on the phone] Rest assured, Mr. Fergueson. The J.C. Dithers Company has been on the job for fourteen months, and we'll have your building renovation finished in no time at all.
- Mr. Fergueson: Good. Because that's exactly when I want it, Dithers. In no time at all!
- [bangs his fist on his desk on the word "all"]
- Julius Dithers: [winces] Well, if-if ever in that case, I'll oversee the completion of this project myself.
- Mr. Fergueson: You can't fool me, you old windbag! I know Bumstead does all the work.
- Julius Dithers: [shaking his fist and growling] Why, you...
- Mr. Fergueson: And don't shake your fist at me! Just make that deadline, and there'll be a nice fat bonus in it for you *and* Bumstead.
- [they hang up in unison]
- Dagwood Bumstead: [to the sandwich vendor] Give me a ham and cheese, onion, pastrami, turkey, bacon, Swiss, and mackerel sandwich, would ya? Oh, and uh, hold the pickle.
- [turning to Daisy]
- Dagwood Bumstead: Gotta watch the old waistline, ya know?
- [the vendor gives him his sandwich]
- Dagwood Bumstead: Ah, that's better.
- [walking away]
- Dagwood Bumstead: C'mon, girl, let's get to work.
- Dagwood Bumstead: [carrying a tower of presents home] When you can't find that something special, go for bulk.
- Dagwood Bumstead: [on his walkie-talkie] Alexander, are you with me?
- Alexander Bumstead: [at his computer, with headphones and mike] Right here, Dad.
- Dagwood Bumstead: All right, now pay attention, son. My men say we can probably meet this deadline but *only* if we get these supplies in soon.
- Alexander Bumstead: Fire away!
- Dagwood Bumstead: Three thousand counterflange bolts, five hundred truckloads of quickset cement, one hundred thirty tons of alloy support girders...
- Alexander Bumstead: Consider 'em on their way, Pop!