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.
