- Fred Flintstone: [looks at a woman in a picture] Who is that?
- Guest: That's Mona Hatrock. Pa's great-great-grandma. A famous artist painted it.
- Fred Flintstone: [laughs] Well, I don't know what the artist got for painting that picture, but if you ask me, he should've got life.
- [the Hatrocks angrily stare at Fred]
- Granny: Let's get him!
- Jethro Hatrock: The feud's on again! Yippee!
- Wilma Flintstone: I wonder what kind of reception we'll get from our neighbors.
- Betty Rubble: As the last of the Flintstones, they'll probably give you a 21-gun salute.
- Jethro Hatrock: [from a distance] FIRE!
- [the Hatrocks start shooting at the Flintstones and Rubbles]
- Fred Flintstone: What the...
- Betty Rubble: Hey, I was only kidding!
- [while fleeing from the Hatrocks]
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, boy. This is where we came in.
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah, and this is the last they'll see of the last of the Flintstones.
- Granny: It's a crying shame, that's what it is. The last Flintstone gone. Pa, you was there. Why didn't you catch Zeke when he fell out of the tree?
- Jethro Hatrock: I couldn't. I was too busy shooting at him.
- Gravella Hatrock: Howdy. We brought you something.
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, a pie. How nice.
- Gravella Hatrock: It's possum pie.
- Wilma Flintstone: Uh... Uh... Possum pie?
- [a possum comes out of the pie]
- Possum: Yeah, possum pie. You were expecting maybe blackbirds?
- Wilma Flintstone: Um, won't you ladies sit down?
- Granny: Oh, no, thanks. We got to get back to our feuding. Come along, Gravella.
- Betty Rubble: Uh, would you tell me something, please? H-How did this silly feud get started?
- Granny: It tweren't silly. About 100 years ago, Mona Hatrock had her picture painted. While all the folks is admiring it, Rory Flintstone up and says, "I don't know what the artist got for painting that, but he should've got life." And that started the feud.