- Fred Flintstone: [Fred just opened the door and meets Mr Gruesome for the first time] Hello Mr Flintstone. I'm Gruesome.
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah, you are, sort of. But knowing it is half the battle.
- Weirdly Gruesome: You can call me Weirdly.
- Fred Flintstone: I was just about to do that.
- Creepela: [discussing her son, Goblin] He's so adorable, you'll loathe him!
- Weirdly Gruesome: Oh yes. Our son Gob is quite the little lad.
- Barney Rubble: Gob? Is he a sailor?
- Barney Rubble: Oh no. Gob is short for Goblin.
- Fred Flintstone: It figures, it figures. Does little Goblin have a pet spider that looks like a derby hat with legs?
- Weirdly Gruesome: He did have, but little Gob, shall we say, wore him out.
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah, let's say that. Spiders can't take it.
- Weirdly Gruesome: Goblin isn't the kind of boy that you don't take to when you first meet him.
- Fred Flintstone: I'll buy that.
- Weirdly Gruesome: But when you get to know him, you can't stand him!
- [laughs evilly]
- Creepela: I hope Goblin hasn't done... you know what... to Mr Flintstone and Mr Rubble.
- Weirdly Gruesome: Could be. He is at the pranky stage.
- Creepela: Mommy won't be mad. Tell her: did you hide the nice man down the wellsy-wellsy?
- Weirdly Gruesome: Or cement him in the wallsy-wallsy?
- Creepela: Isn't he darling? The way he ignores us.
- Weirdly Gruesome: He's dilightfully disobedient.
- Weirdly Gruesome: There's our new residence dear. Tombstone Manor.
- Creepela: Oh, isn't it a lovely mess!
- Weirdly Gruesome: A little unfixing here and there, and it'll be a total wreck.
- Creepela: Abominable lawn, I love it!
- Weirdly Gruesome: Waist high crabgrass!
- [something grabs him, he holds his hands up with two crabs holding his fingers]
- Weirdly Gruesome: With real crabs! Delightfully wretched place!
- Creepela: Goblin!
- Goblin: Yes, mummy?
- Creepela: Please keep Snider the Spider quiet.
- Goblin: Yes, Mother dear.
- [jumps up and down on the spider]
- Goblin: Quiet, Snider. Or I'll have to scrunch you!
- Barney Rubble: [after a deformed hand came out of a small window in a door, with a voice snarling] Hmm. That's interesting.
- Barney Rubble: [watching the Gruesomes arrive in their car, which is a hearse] Hey Fred, what kind of car is that?
- Fred Flintstone: That is the kind of car that takes you there but doesn't bring you back.
- Wilma Flintstone: [to the Gruesomes as they leave] See you later, neighbors!
- Fred Flintstone: What's with the "see you later" stuff? I don't wanna see them later! I'm gruesomed up to here!
- Wilma Flintstone: Mr. Gruesome, will you bring your wife over to have some tea and sandwiches?
- Weirdly Gruesome: Thank you. I will. But I really would've liked to have had some red ants.
- Fred Flintstone: [laughs] There he goes again. Isn't he a scream? What a sense of humor!
- Wilma Flintstone: Red ants?
- Barney Rubble: I don't get it.
- Betty Rubble: I don't want it.
- Betty Rubble: I'll bet that Mrs. Gruesome is very attractive.
- Wilma Flintstone: That's right. Usually when the husband is, well, you know, the wife is very pretty. Right, Fred?
- Fred Flintstone: And vicey versey.
- [the group hears a knock on the door]
- Betty Rubble: Here they come.
- [the door opens]
- Weirdly Gruesome: Mrs. Flintstone, this is my nauseatingly lovely wife, Creepella.
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh. Oh, hello, Mrs. Gruesome.
- Creepela: You may call me Creepy, cookie.
- Wilma Flintstone: Creepy?
- Fred Flintstone: [to Barney and Betty] That's one of those vicey verseys.