Bugs: You must be the head waiter.

Count: Count Blood Count... at your service, sir.

Bugs: ...Yeah. Well look, gar-con. About those telephones...

Count: Rest first. Telephone tomorrow. Rest is good for the blood.

Bugs: Well, I am a little fat-ee-gyooed.

Count: I am a vampire!

Bugs: Oh yeah? Well abracadabra! (Is suddenly in umpire uniform) I'm an umpire.

Count: Hocus pocus. (Transforms into vampire bat) I am a bat!

Bat: Ok, I'm a bat, too. Abbacadabra! (Transforms into a floating wooden baseball bat)

Count: (Puts on eyeglasses) You wouldn't hit a bat with glasses on, would you?

Count: (Lifts up heavy flagstone) Now I CRUSH you!

Bugs: Abbacadabra! (Count turns into bat, is crushed by stone)

Count: (Muffled, from underneath flagstone) Ho-c-s po-c-s. (Count turns back into vampire)

Bugs: Abbacadabra! (Count turns into bat again, is crushed by stone again)

Count: (Muffled, from underneath stone) Ho-c-s po-c-s. (Count turns back into vampire, visibly shaking)

Bugs: Abbacadabra! (Count turns into bat again, is crushed once more. Wriggles out from underneath stone.) Abracapocus! (Count turns into vampire with bat head) Hocus cadabra! (Bat with vampire head) Newport News! (Transforms into Witch Hazel) Wow, I can do better than that. Walla Walla Washington! (Turns into two-headed vulture)