- Fred Flintstone: Honest, Wilma, vultures and bats, and a dark rain cloud over the roof. They HAD to be taking it to the city dump.
- Wilma Flintstone: Vultures and bats? Who'd want to live in a creepy house like that?
- Fred Flintstone: I don't know, well whoever they are, I wouldn't want to know them.
- Barney Rubble: [knocking] Hey Fred, open up!
- Betty Rubble: [Fred opens the door] Wilma, you poor dear, I'm so sorry.
- Wilma Flintstone: About what?
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah, what do you mean?
- Barney Rubble: Oh bad news, Fred, look out the window.
- [Fred and Wilma look out the window]
- Wilma Flintstone: Fred!
- Fred Flintstone: No! Tell me it isn't true!
- Wilma Flintstone: [the spooky house is next door to them] That looks like the creepy house you were telling me about!
- Fred Flintstone: They must've bought the lot next door!
- Wilma Flintstone: Who?
- Fred Flintstone: Who? The creeps who would live in a creepy house like that, that's who!
- Barney Rubble: Aw, cheer up, Fred. It could've been worse.
- Fred Flintstone: Heh? How?
- Barney Rubble: They could've moved next door to *me*.
- [laughs]
- Fred Flintstone: That's not funny, Barn. You're in trouble, too! This whole block is in trouble!
- Barney Rubble: Why?
- Fred Flintstone: With a crummy house like that in the neighborhood, you know what's gonna happen to the value of your property?
- Barney Rubble: Uh, no.
- Fred Flintstone: [gives a thumbs-down] Pfft! Right down the drain.
- Barney Rubble: Looks like somebody's moving a house, sheesh what a spooky looking place.
- Fred Flintstone: Where do you suppose they're moving it to, the city dump?
- Barney Rubble: [thunder crashes, lightning strikes and a vulture laughs] Wow! Did you see that?
- Fred Flintstone: [comes back up from hiding] How would you like to have that living next door to you?
- Barney Rubble: There goes the neighborhood.
- Fred Flintstone: [a long green hairy hand with claws puts out a milk bottle and shuts the door] What the heck was that?
- Barney Rubble: Looks like a milk bottle with a note in it.
- Fred Flintstone: I know that! I mean the hand, the giant hairy hand!
- Betty Rubble: Look! There it is again!
- Barney Rubble: Yeah and it's pulling in the clothesline.
- Wilma Flintstone: A shirt with four sleeves? I don't believe it.
- Betty Rubble: Would you believe a two-neck sweater?
- Barney Rubble: Or a pair of pants with four legs?
- Fred Flintstone: Freaks! That's what living next door to us - sideshow freaks!
- Barney Rubble: Eh, you're lucky, Fred. You won't have to pay to see them. All you got to do is look out the window.
- [laughs]
- Fred Flintstone: Keep that up, Barn, and in about two seconds, *you're* going out the window!
- Barney Rubble: Oh, I don't think I'd like that, Fred.
- Wilma Flintstone: We're Wilma, Fred, and Pebbles.
- Hidea Frankenstone: [shakes Fred's hand] So nice to meet you, Pebbles.
- Fred Flintstone: [points to Pebbles] That's Pebbles.
- Hidea Frankenstone: Oh I'm so sorry, please forgive me, Wilma.
- Fred Flintstone: [points to Wilma] SHE'S Wilma!
- Hidea Frankenstone: Goodness, I'm so terrible with names.
- Frank Frankenstone: [Stubby comes up from the basement] And this is our youngest, Stubby.
- Hidea Frankenstone: Stubby, say hello to Mrs. Flintstone.
- Stubby Frankenstone: Hello.
- Wilma Flintstone: Hello Stubby, what're you doing with that shovel?
- Stubby Frankenstone: Digging graves in the cellar.
- Fred Flintstone: Huh? D-digging graves in the ce-cellar?
- Hidea Frankenstone: [laughs] It keeps him in the house you know.
- Wilma Flintstone: Who bought the lot next door?
- Fred Flintstone: Who? The creeps that live in a creepy house like that, that's who.
- Barney Rubble: Aw, cheer up, Fred. It could've been worse.
- Fred Flintstone: How? What do you mean?
- Barney Rubble: They could've moved next door to *me*.
- [he laughs]