Brittany Ashton Holmes

Stymie: You did it, Alfalfa! You won!

Alfalfa: We did it! All of us!

Froggy: Gentlemen, let's give Alfalfa a big "Spoley-oley"!

Kids: Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley!

Alfalfa: Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you...

Butch: It ain't right! We go through all the trouble of stealing your racer, and you still win! Better brace yourself, because now I'm really gonna kick your butt!

Alfalfa: I'm usually a lover, not a fighter, but in your case I'm willing to make an exception.

Butch: Pig puckey!

Woim: Allow me!

Stymie: Looking good, man.

Kids: Yeah.

Spanky: Hey, there's the guy who risked his neck for us!

Alfalfa: I gotta admit, he turned out to be pretty okay, darn it.

Spanky: Put it in there, pal. You're quite a guy. Us machismo types have a club. The He-Man Woman-Haters Club. Alfalfa, I'm extending a membership offer here. Now, what is it?

Alfalfa: That's not Waldo!

Waldo: You'll be hearing from my lawyers.

Spanky: Then who's this guy who saved our butts?

Darla: Hi, guys. What's up?

Spanky: A girl! Ohh!

Stymie: Well, don't that beat all.

Alfalfa: Spanky!

Buckwheat: Nothing like a security system to give you peace of mind.

Spanky: [disguised as a ballerina in a brunette wig] Hiya, fellas!

Butch: Say, you two chicklets see a couple of ugly mugs who ran in here?

Alfalfa: [in a blonde wig; Spanky pinches him] You mean behind you? I think they went in there.

Spanky: [hey watch Butch and Woim walk in on Ms. Roberts. She frustratingly ushers the bullies out the door] Whew. Let's ange-chay and am-scray!

Alfalfa: [pushes the exit door] You took the words right out of my mouth.

Darla: Hi!

Girl: Are you a Sugar Plum fairy?

Alfalfa: [nods. Sweat beads are beginning to form on his forehead. And the frog. He has been holding the frog in his hand all this time] Pardon me. I'm sweating like a pig. It's the recital.

Darla: [gives Alfalfa her handkerchief. He wipes the sweat off his forehead. And then he scrubs underneath his arms. After he's done, he offers the handkerchief back to her] Here's my handkerchief. Uh, you keep it. I'm emotional as well. My boyfriend Waldo is going to be here.

Mary Ann: [grins knowingly] He's driving her to his mansion for tea.

Darla: Do you have any boyfriends?

Boys: No!

Alfalfa: But, there is one boy I'd love to get to know. His name is Alfalfa.

Darla: I used to know on Alfalfa. He took the best years of my life!

Spanky: Same here.

Darla: I don't miss him at all. Except...his voice. If he sings, he makes me melt like a popsicle on the Fourth of July!