- Rip Van Winkle: Old King Cole is a noisy old soul.
- [Takes scissors and cuts Uncle Toms hair to use as ear plugs]
- Town Crier: Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye. Tonight the muses sing and we harken to Pan as with sweetly piping lute, he winds up through a delightful phantasmagoria with the deathless heroes of legend and history and the entrancing figures of fiction and fantasy. And, first among our illustrious hosts, we want you to meet...
- Town Crier: This is your town crier again. the music fades and the departing celebrants bid us adieu, happy with the memories of the book land frolic. All is well. All is well.
- Rip Van Winkle: I'll get out my scissors that cut.
- [Takes scissors a second time and tries cutting Uncle Toms hair again only to be punched by Uncle Tom and cuts half of Rip Van Winkles beard off]
- Rip Van Winkle: [after having enough of being woken up by the noise] Why won't they let me sleep?
- [Opens Hurricane book sending everyone flying and a book Gone with the Wind drops down]