Fred Flintstone: [looking over the edge of the balcony] I can't see the bottom with all this mist. Hey Barney, want to jump down and see how far it is?
Betty Rubble: [Fred thinks Wilma went to Betty and Barney's room] No, Fred, Wilma didn't come in here.
Fred Flintstone: That's funny, she's not in our room.
Barney Rubble: Well if she's not in your room and she's not in our room, where could she be?
Fred Flintstone: I don't know, Barn, she's gotta be somewhere in this creepy hotel.
Rockula: You must be Fred Flintstone!
Fred Flintstone: Wait a minute pal, I'm not Flintstone, I'm the building inspector, that's all.
Rockula: You are who?
Fred Flintstone: The local building inspector.
Rockula: Why would a building inspector be rolling around inside of a barrel?
Fred Flintstone: Well you see, I'm also a local barrel inspector.
Rockula: You inspect buildings and barrels at 3 o' clock in the morning?
Fred Flintstone: Uh yeah well... moonlighting, that's what I'm doing, moonlighting, I have several jobs.
Rockula: Ridiculous! Do you take me for a fool? You are Fred Flintstone! Or should we put it this way, you WERE Fred Flintstone.
Fred Flintstone: I like the first way better.
Fred Flintstone: Why are those goons chasing us?
Wilma Flintstone: Because Rockula wants to make me his bride.
Fred Flintstone: [laughs] He can't marry a woman who's already got a husband.
Wilma Flintstone: He knows that, that's why he wants to make me a widow.
Fred Flintstone: Oh well that's a different story... wait a minute! A widow?
Wilma Flintstone: [about the mummy case] It's lucky I hid in here because I discovered something fantastic, look, a secret stairway!
Fred Flintstone: That could lead us out of here!
Barney Rubble: Hey, good idea, while Rocky and Franky are down here looking for us, we'll be upstairs making our escape!
Fred Flintstone: Right, let's go!
Fred Flintstone: Wilma, Betty, quick move away! You're standing on a trap door!
Wilma and Betty: [jump off] Huh?
Barney Rubble: We fell through it before, ZOOM, right down to the secret lab.
Wilma Flintstone: A trap door leading down to the secret lab? How did you get out?
Fred Flintstone: We climbed through this big window we saw down there.
Wilma Flintstone: Uh huh and where did the window lead TO?
Fred Flintstone: Where does any window lead to? It leads to outside, out to the castle grounds. Uh oh, hold on everybody, I got a plan.
Wilma Flintstone: I knew you would, Fred.
Fred Flintstone: Why don't we take the trap door down to the lab and escape from the castle?
[Rockula and Frankenstone, while chasing the Flintstones and Rubbles, stop at some barrels, where their targets are hiding]
Rockula: We must find them! I will search over there, you stay here and check the barrels.
Frankenstone: [as Rockula runs off] Yes, master.
Fred Flintstone: [Imitating Rockula from inside the barrel] Forget about the barrel! Search elsewhere!
Frankenstone: Yes, master.
Rockula: [Repeated line] I am not Silika!
Rockula: I am sure I heard voices. Those barrels, did you check them out?
Frankenstone: Uh, no, Master. Master tell me forget barrels.
Rockula: What? I said no such thing! Look in the barrels! I'll look over there.
[Rockula runs off. Frankenstone picks up a barrel and looks inside it, unaware that Fred is crouching right beside him]
[Places the barrel, unknowingly, on Fred, picks up another and looks inside, accidentally bumping the barrel with Fred away]
[Throws the barrel away]
Wilma Flintstone: [hears something howling] Sounds like wolves howling out there!
Fred Flintstone: Impossible, Wilma, the guide book says there are no wolves in Rocksylvania.
Igor: Those are verevolves.
Igor: Count Rockula has not been seen for 500 years, but nobody knows when he might again come to life.
[Rockula, in bat form, appears in Wilma's bedroom, where Wilma is sleeping]
Rockula: My beloved bride, it is me, Count Rockula! I have returned!
Wilma Flintstone: [Half-asleep] Uh? You woke me up. I was having such a nice dream.
Rockula: Your dream has come true, my darling. After 500 years, I have come back to you.
Wilma Flintstone: [Sees Rockula and gasps] Why, Mr. Silika!
[Rockula's arms drop in amazement]
Wilma Flintstone: How dare you come into my room! This is an outrage!
Rockula: An outrage? But you are my bride. Who is Mr. Silika?
Wilma Flintstone: Look, a joke is a joke, but this is carrying it too far. You'd better clear out of here fast. My husband will be back any minute.
Rockula: Your husband? But that's me.
Wilma Flintstone: I warn you, if he finds you here, there's no telling what he'll do.
Rockula: I don't know what you're talking about. Come, we will leave together.
[Frankenstone opens the tapestry from behind]
Wilma Flintstone: Ah! I'm gonna report you to Monty Marble. The producers of "Make a Deal or Don't"! Are they gonna hear about this!
[Rockula carries Wilma out of the room as the tapestry closes]
[Rockula has abducted Wilma and taken her to his lair]
Rockula: Ah, my secret crypt! Do you not remember this place where we used to meet before you became my bride?
Wilma Flintstone: Mr. Silika, I don't appreciate this phony act of yours.
Rockula: You know, my dear, you are beautiful when you are angry.
Wilma Flintstone: Oh, I don't know about beautiful, but I'm angry alright, Mr. Silika.
Rockula: Silika! Who is this Mr. Silika?
[Frankenstone knocks on the door]
Wilma Flintstone: Well, my Goodness! Who are you? I don't recall seeing a tall Frankenstone at the party.
Frankenstone: She very beautiful!
Wilma Flintstone: Oh, no, not you too. Look, fellas, I'm flattered. But I'm tired of this corny game, Mr. Silika.
Rockula: I AM NOT SILIKA! I AM COUNT ROCKULA! SEE!
[Rockula turns into a bat. Wilma screams. Rockula turns back to normal]
Rockula: There, my dear. Have I convinced you?
Fred Flintstone: [watching the monster bash from above on the second floor] You know, Barney, it's a good thing they're supplying the costumes. I wouldn't know what to wear to a monster bash.
Barney Rubble: [laughs] In your case, Fred, a monster bash is a come-as-you-are party.
Fred Flintstone: I'm warning ya, Barn,
[points to the first floor]
Fred Flintstone: that's a 30 foot drop.