[after Fred receives a telegram]
Wilma Flintstone: Don't read it, Fred. Telegrams are bad news.
Fred Flintstone: What? Why, that is the silliest thing I ever heard of. Where did you get that idea?
Wilma Flintstone: Mama always said...
Fred Flintstone: [mimics] "Mama always said. Mama always said." Oh, that's a hot one. Now, if you and your mother don't mind, I'll read my telegram.
[reads the telegram]
Fred Flintstone: Oh, no!
Wilma Flintstone: I knew it, I knew it. Like Mama always said.
Fred Flintstone: My rich uncle, Tex Hardrock, is coming to visit us.
Wilma Flintstone: Oh, dear, I knew it would be bad news. Hey, wait a minute, that's good news.
Fred Flintstone: No, it isn't. It's bad news. Here, read it.
Wilma Flintstone: [reads telegram] "Dear favorite nephew: Arriving tomorrow to visit you and your wife. I'm anxious to meet my namesake Little Tex. Signed, Big Tex." Who's Little Tex, Fred?
Fred Flintstone: That's the bad news. There is no Little Tex.
Wilma Flintstone: What are you talking about?
Fred Flintstone: Well, to, uh, get on the good side of my rich uncle, I, um, I told him we named our baby after him.
Wilma Flintstone: But we have no baby.
Fred Flintstone: I know that, but we gotta get one before Uncle Tex arrives tomorrow.
Wilma Flintstone: Oh, come now, Fred. The very soonest we could poss...
Fred Flintstone: I'm talking about a loaner. A rental baby. Wilma, if there's no Little Tex here when Big Tex arrives, I am disinherited.
Wilma Flintstone: See? Mama was right.