Sheriff Andy Taylor: What's small potatoes to some folks can be *mighty* important to others.
Barney Fife: I don't know how I can face the future when I know there's eight quarts of these pickles in it.
Barney Fife: You mean you actually WANT her to make another batch of them kerosene cucumbers?
Barney Fife: [Barney sees a fly land on Aunt Bee's pickles] Shoo fly... he's dead!
Aunt Bee Taylor: Barney, you haven't told us a thing about your trip.
Barney Fife: What trip?... Oh! oh, the trip. Well it was just fine, fine. They were just pickled tink to see me.
Sheriff Andy Taylor: No chance of getting Aunt Bee's old pickles back is there?
Barney Fife: They're scattered from Oregon to Nova Scotia.
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.
Aunt Bee Taylor: I made a double batch this time, you liked my pickles so much, 16 jars. And I'll see that you get them every day.
Sheriff Andy Taylor: 16 jars. Well, there's only one thing to do. That's what we shoulda done in the first place.
Barney Fife: You mean...
Sheriff Andy Taylor: Learn to love 'em.
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