Alfalpha: Dear Darla, I hate your stinkin guts. You make me vomit. You're scum beneath my feet. Love Alfalpha.

It's a violation of your probation.

Quick what's the number for 9-1-1?
I don't know.

Darla: Alfalfa, this is a side of you I've never seen before!

Uh Huh: Actually, I've always had a rather extensive vocabulary, not to mention a phenomenal grasp of grammar and a superlative command of syntax. I simply chose not to employ them.

Alfalfa: Then the clouds opened up and God said, "I hate you, Alfalfa!"