A Charlie Brown Christmas1965

Charlie Brown:
Look, let's rehearse the scene at the inn. Frieda...

Frieda:
I can't go on, there's too much dust. It's taking the curl out of my naturally curly hair.

Charlie Brown:
Don't think of it as dust. Think of it as maybe the soil of some great past civilization. Maybe the soil of ancient Babylon. It staggers the imagination. He may be carrying soil that was trod upon by Solomon, or even Nebuchudnezzar.

Pig-Pen:
Sort of makes you want to treat me with more respect, doesn't it?

Frieda:
You're an absolute mess. Just look at yourself.

Pig-Pen:
[looks at himself in Frieda's mirror and smiles] On the contrary, I didn't think I looked THAT good.