| A | B |
|---|
| "Fiddlesticks to snow." | Grandpa Dan |
| "Please..., just one more ride..." | Nicki |
| "I'm chilled to the bone." | Grandpa Dan |
| "Good grief! How do you steer this thing?" | Grandpa Dan |
| "Yahoo!' | Nicki |
| "Heavens! Find your own spot!" | the baker |
| "Move up! We're getting squished back here!" | the baker |
| "Wowza, Dan, do you have a license for this thing?" | the police chief |
| "Get your foot off my head!" | the barber |
| "Penalty!" | the hockey player |
| "Oh, be quiet." | the mail carrier |
| "Wait! Where are you going?" | Nicki |
| "If we hurry, we can get in one more ride before dark!" | Grandpa Dan |
| "Interference!" | the hockey player |
| "Everybody hold on!" | Grandpa Dan |
| "Get your mail bag off my lap and sit down. This is my spot." | the police chief |
| "Good grief! With everybody dancing around up there, I can't see a thing!" | Grandpa Dan |
| "Trying to steer this confounded contraption." | Grandpa Dan |
| "Will you push me please?" | Nicki |
