Bone: Out from Boneville

Phoney Bone:
They can't do this to me! You can't do anything to a rich person he doesn't want! So a couple of shady business deals went sour... Is that any reason to run th' most beloved Bone in Boneville out on a rail?

Smiley Bone:
Beloved? Th' mayor declared a school holyday just so th' kids could come and throw rocks at you!

Phoney Bone:
Oh cruel, cruel fate! Why have you abandoned your most beloved son? God, I pity me.

Gran'ma Ben:
[seeing a Bone for the first time] Well, bless my buttons! What have we got here?

Fone Bone:
Hello, ma'am.

Thorn:
They are called 'Bones', Gran'ma.

Gran'ma Ben:
Sorry dear, you can't keep them.

Thorn:
But...

Gran'ma Ben:
No 'buts'. I don't want any pets running around the house.

Thorn:
Gran'ma! They're not pets!

Gran'ma Ben:
Can you milk them? If you can't mik them, they're pets!

Thorn:
[standing besides a well] Do me a favour? Don't mention your friend the dragon to Gran'ma.

Fone Bone:
But I saw one! He had a goatee 'n' a cigaret 'n' big all hairy ears!

Thorn:
You were just seeing things! Dragons are make-believe.

Fone Bone:
[Thorn leaves] You know, that's what he wants you to think. He doesn't want you to know he exists!

Red Dragon:
[the dragon appears from the well] Actually, I want her to think you're nuts.

Fone Bone:
What's this cow race?

Thorn:
Farmers enter cows from all over the valley to race against Gran'ma! Some people bet everything they have on the race.

Fone Bone:
Uh... How fast does a cow run, anyway?

Thorn:
Not as fast as Gran'ma!