- Billy Harlan: [a large snake is coiled up on one of the bunk beds and the boys are panicking] Grab one end!
- Colin: [shrieking] Of the SNAKE?
- Uncle Al: [singing in unison with the other kids] Nightmoon, oh Nightmoon, our loyalty and pride, Nightmoon, oh Nightmoon, our love will be our guide! Toddlers and whiners, they are not welcome here! Nightmoon's for big guys, there is no place for fear!
- Billy Harlan: [Whilst examining Mike's bunk] There aren't any blankets on his bed...
- Colin: [laughing jokingly] He probably ate 'em! Ahaha, ate 'em!
- Billy Harlan: What's that, Uncle Al?
- [points in the direction of what appears to be a moldy old shack nestled away in the trees]
- Uncle Al: [ominously] ... The Forbidden Bunk.
- Jay: Why's it called the Forbidden Bunk?
- Uncle Al: [Sarcastic] Because it's FORBIDDEN! So stay clear!
- Roger: [about the boys' bunk] Ewww, I'm supposed to sleep in here?
- Mike: Who's gonna sleep, anyway? We're gonna stay up all night!
- [turns up his portable radio to let some Nineties rap music drift through the bunk]
- Billy Harlan: Whether we like it or not!
- Jay: Don't tell me our #1 camper is chicken!
- [tucks his arms under his shoulders and makes weird chicken noises at Billy]
- Billy Harlan: I'm not, I just...
- Roger: Hey, our camper #1's afraid of doing a number 2...
- Billy Harlan: Knock it off! I just don't think it's a good idea.
- Uncle Al: Hey, what's your name, son?
- Billy Harlan: Billy.
- Uncle Al: You were talking during the camp song, Billy. Now, that's not allowed here. What's so important?
- Billy Harlan: Mike's arm is all swollen up. I think he should see a doctor.
- Uncle Al: A doctor?
- Mike: A snake bit me.
- Uncle Al: Who's your counselor, son?
- Mike: Larry.
- Uncle Al: [turns to Larry] Larry, why wasn't I told about this?
- [to Mike]
- Uncle Al: Let me see that, son.
- [takes a look at his arm]
- Mike: Ow!
- Uncle Al: Good! That's good! You still have feeling in it.
- Mike: But it really hurts.
- Uncle Al: I know, i know, I've been running this camp for twenty three years and I've seen all sorts of bites. This is really nothing to worry about.
- Larry: Told you wimp.
- Uncle Al: I promise you, the swelling, and the pain will be gone by morning.