Alfalfa:
I'm the Barber of Seville!

Alfalfa:
Now, tell me the truth; have you ever heard a voice like mine before?

Young Barnaby:
Why, uh, no, come to think of it; I never have!

Alfalfa:
I knew you'd like it! Do you want me to sing in your next opera!

Young Barnaby:
No, I don't need you in this one; it's all set.

Alfalfa:
Well then, when DO you need me?

Young Barnaby:
Well, let's see...

Young Barnaby:
. It's 3:22 now... suppose you come back in twenty years?

Alfalfa:
Gee, you look pretty! Diamonds an' everything!

Darla:
Oh yes indeed; I sing and I make hundreds an' thousands of dollars!

Spanky:
For old time's sake, I'm gonna give you another chance. Now, how'd you like to work for me again?

Porky:
O-tay!

Spanky:
How about you, Alfalfa?

Darla:
Oh, c'mon Alfalfa; croon just one song, an' you'll make hundreds an' thousands of dollars!

Alfalfa:
I will NOT croon.

Spanky:
Do you mean to tell me that you haven't given up opera yet?

Alfalfa:
I'm a slave to my art!