Sheriff Andy Taylor : What's small potatoes to some folks can be *mighty* important to others.
Sheriff Andy Taylor : Somehow between now and the contest, we gonna have to eat up all the store pickles that Aunt Bee's got on hand.
Barney Fife : Why don't we get rid of them the same way we got rid of the others?
Sheriff Andy Taylor : No, no, that won't work See, she's gotta see them pickles disappear and she's gotta see us likin' them so much that she'll wanna make another batch.
Barney Fife : I gotta tell ya, my heart ain't in this.
Sheriff Andy Taylor : Well, it's not so much your heart we need, it's your stomach.
Barney Fife : [Barney sits down to have some toast and jelly with Andy when they both smell something] You been doin' some paintin' in here?
Sheriff Andy Taylor : No, no, probably just some glue Opie's usin' on model airplanes.
Barney Fife : No, don't smell like glue to me. Smells more like ammonia.
Sheriff Andy Taylor : You don't reckon that gas stove's leakin' do you?
Barney Fife : [Barney is about to take a bite of his toast and suddenly recoils] I found it.
[points to the jelly]
Sheriff Andy Taylor : Aunt Bee was in here workin' yesterday.
Barney Fife : [they open the cupboard to find it filled with jars] Don't tell me Aunt Bee is makin' marmalade now.
Sheriff Andy Taylor : Don't just stand there, get the suitcase