- Granny: [after hitting a hand that came out of the well] Mind your manners. Oh, Mr. Gruesome. I don't want to spoil this here lovely party, but there's something down in that well.
- Weirdly Gruesome: Oh, that's only Uncle Ghastly. He lives down there.
- Fred Flintstone: Uncle Ghastly lives down in the well?
- Weirdly Gruesome: Yes. He's on Crepella's side of the family.
- Weirdly Gruesome: [Fred looked down the well, then the hand punches him, leaving Fred staring down the well] He's full of laughs.
- [a very creepy laugh emanates from the well, terrifying Fred]
- Fred Flintstone: It's all set. As soon as the Hatrocks see our Gruesome neighbors and their man-eating plants, they'll get so scared, they'll be gone in no time.
- Wilma Flintstone: I hope so because if they're around much longer, the old Flintstone-Hatrock feud is liable to start again.
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, they wouldn't do anything to start that.
- Wilma Flintstone: No, but I would!
- Weirdly Gruesome: Ah, Creepella, my dear, you don't look at all well today.
- Creepela: Oh, thank you.
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah, you look a little frightening.
- Creepela: Oh, you men with your flattery!
- Barney Rubble: Eat up, folks. There's plenty more.
- Fred Flintstone: Thanks for the food, pal. You saved my life. I tell you, those Hatrocks eat like a herd of locusts.
- Wilma Flintstone: I never saw such appetites. The only thing left in the icebox is a half a head of lettuce.
- Jethro Hatrock: Hey, Flintstone, you got any more of that there fancy shaving cream?
- Fred Flintstone: Why? Don't tell me you're going to shave again.
- Jethro Hatrock: Nope. It's for Granny. She says it goes great on lettuce.
- Wilma Flintstone: Well, that takes care of the lettuce.
- Barney Rubble: One day the Hatrocks are your mortal enemies, and the next day you got them as house guests. I don't get it, Fred.
- Fred Flintstone: It's easy, Barney. I got a big mouth.
- Wilma Flintstone: I second that.
- Fred Flintstone: Now look here, you.
- Jethro Hatrock: Well, looky who's here. If it ain't our horsepitable host. It ain't going to be easy saying goodbye to you tomorrow, Freddie boy.
- Fred Flintstone: Huh?
- Jethro Hatrock: Yep. We're pushing off tomorry.
- Fred Flintstone: Well, has it been a week already? Time sure flies.
- Jethro Hatrock: Yep, much as we hate to leave you, we's just got to catch the world's fair.
- Zack Hatrock: Got to get there afore the fair closes.
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, well, you don't have to worry about that. The fair's going to be there for two more years yet.
- Jethro Hatrock: You mean that?
- Fred Flintstone: Well, I... ehh... That is... uh...
- Jethro Hatrock: Well, then, there ain't no rush at all. We can stay 'til hog branding time.
- Fred Flintstone: Did you say hog branding time?
- Jethro Hatrock: That's correct. Hog branding time.
- Fred Flintstone: Oh. Oh, yeah. Hog branding time.
- [Fred walks over to Wilma]
- Wilma Flintstone: Did you tell them off? When are they leaving?
- Fred Flintstone: I... I don't know. When is hog branding time?
- Wilma Flintstone: Hog branding time? I don't know when it is, but it doesn't sound like tomorrow.
- Fred Flintstone: I was afraid of that.
- Fred Flintstone: Well, thanks for the use of the yard, neighbor.
- Weirdly Gruesome: You're quite welcome, Fred, old boy. I'm sorry that we didn't make the wrong impression on the Hatrocks.
- Creepela: Imagine them liking us. Weirdly, you don't suppose we're losing our touch?
- Weirdly Gruesome: Oh, no, Creepella. We're just as repulsive as ever we were.
- Creepela: Oh, thank goodness for that.