Orange: (singing) Ain't no party like a kitchen party cause a kitchen party never stops! (laughs)
(Dane Boedigheimer puts Grandpa Lemon on the counter)
Grandpa Lemon: Whaaa? Wha, where am I?
Orange: Hey! How's it goin'?
Grandpa Lemon: Oh, hey there little fella. What's your name?
Orange: I'm an orange.
Grandpa Lemon: Well, it's nice to meet you, Boris.
Orange: No, Orange.
Grandpa Lemon: Oh, George.
Orange: (louder) No, O'range!
Grandpa Lemon: Oh, Orange. Sorry about that. My hearing's just ain't what it used to be.
Orange: I'll say.
Grandpa Lemon: You can call me Grandpa Lemon.
Orange: Okay. Hey, Grandpa Lemon!
Grandpa Lemon: (looks around) Who-who said that?
Orange: I did! Hey, hey Grandpa Lemon!
Grandpa Lemon: Oh hey there little fella. What's your name?
Orange: I told you! It's orange!
Grandpa Lemon: Whatever you say, George.
Orange: Hey, hey Grandpa Lemon!
Grandpa Lemon: What's that, Boris?
Orange: Why are you such a sour puss? (laughs)
(Grandpa Lemon falls asleep)
Orange: Hey, Grandpa Lemon?
(Grandpa Lemon still dozes)
Orange: Grandpa Lemon!
(Grandpa Lemon still dozes)
Orange: GRANDPA LEMON!!
Grandpa Lemon: (wakes up) What? Wha-wha-who are you?!
Orange: (annoyed) I told you a million times already! I'm an orange!
Grandpa Lemon: What are you doing in my house?!
Orange: (sighs) Hey, hey, Grandpa Lemon!
Grandpa Lemon: What?
Orange: Chicken butt! (laughs)
Grandpa Lemon: Chicken hut? Where's that?
Orange: No, chicken butt!
Grandpa Lemon: Check my butt?
Orange: No, chicken butt!
Grandpa Lemon: You don't say! I didn't know that's what the kids are into these days.
Orange: What? No. It's a joke!
Grandpa Lemon: A joke? Well, I've got one for ya: Why did the porcupine cross the road?
Orange: Why?
(Grandpa Lemon falls asleep again)
Orange: Oh, for crying out loud, hey!
(still sleeps)
Orange: HEY!!!
Grandpa Lemon:(wakes up) Huh? What?
Orange: So why did the porcupine cross the road?
Grandpa Lemon: I don't know, why?
Orange: No, I'm asking you.
Grandpa Lemon: Asking me what?
Orange: About the joke?
Grandpa Lemon: A joke? Oh, I've got one for ya: so there't this porcupine right? (Orange sighs) and he... (Grandpa Lemon farts) Whoops!
Orange: Gross! That was disgusting!
Grandpa Lemon: I think there's a farting spider in here. (laughs and looks at Spider)
Spider: What? Squirrel you, guys! You're always blaming me for everything! I'm outta here!
Orange: Whoa! That guy really puts the "rant" in tarantula. (laughs)
Grandpa Lemon: Hey, Boris, did I ever tell you about the time I opened for Hooty and the Blowfish?
Orange: Hooty and the What-now?
Grandpa Lemon: Old Hooty. He was taking the world by storm with their sexy mid-tempo folk rock. But there was something missing... you know what it was?
Orange: Knife?
Grandpa Lemon: No, a one-man band talking lemon head like me.
Orange: No, knife!
(Knife cuts Grandpa Lemon in half)
Grandpa Lemon: Ouch!
Orange: Ouch! That looks like it hurts! Are you okay, Grandpa Lemon?
(a half of Grandpa Lemon falls asleep again while the other half keeps getting chopped)
Orange: What the? How does someone fall asleep while getting cut in half?
(Later, Daneboe puts Grandpa Lemon down as some lemonade. His face is on a lemon slice on the cup and Orange laughs)
Orange: Hey, Grandpa Lemon, you're a real pain in the glass! (laughs)
Grandpa Lemon: Oh hey there little fella, what's your name?
Orange: (growls)
(A fart was heard again)
Orange: Gross! That was disgusting, Grandpa Lemon.
(Spider arrives again)
Spider: Okay, that one was me. (eats fly on the glass)