— I love you. You may as well take my heart, Quackity. It's already full of you. — Please go! — What is it? What's wrong, my dear? — You know nothing about me. You've know me only 3 weeks! — 3 weeks?! Quackity, I've know you all my life. — "All your life" — It's true! When I've heard beautiful music I thought she'd like that! I've looked at flowers and know that one day I'd give them to you. — Oh stop, stop! — But for my heart there is another love that must come before you, my Quackity.

У Уилбура проблемы с огурцами, а Квакити решает эту проблему.