- George Jetson: Well, here we are, Men.
- Anode: Yeah, Big Buddy, but where are we?
- George Jetson: Well, according to the map, we're right about here: on the rim of that crater.
- Anode: That's not a crater, Mr. Jetson. That's your thumb print.
- Jane Jetson: And where is my husband?
- Moon Ranger: He's at the station, Ma'am, paying some fines.
- Jane Jetson: Fines?
- Moon Ranger: Yes. For littering, destroying park property, and getting lost without a license.
- George Jetson: Ready, R.U.D.I?
- R.U.D.I.: R.U.D.I's ready.
- George Jetson: Alright, what are my chances of getting a two week vacation this year?
- [R.U.D.I processes, then prints out a card]
- George Jetson: "Your weight is 168 pounds". I don't get it, what's my weight got to do with getting a vacation?
- R.U.D.I.: Fat chance.
- George Jetson: Ah, what do you know, you big junk pile!
- [Kicks R.U.D.I then hops around, holding his foot in pain]
- George Jetson: Now don't get too close to the edge of this crater. Look out, Orbit. That rock you're standing on is loose, Orbit. Orbit!
- [the rock gives way]
- George Jetson: Oh no. Now why didn't Orbit pay attention?
- Elroy: Because that was Anode.
- George Jetson: Oh. Sorry, Anode!