Fred Flintstone: Hey Wilma! I'm leaving for the bowling alley.
Wilma Flintstone: Why don't you take Dino with you? He's been in the house all day.
Fred Flintstone: Dino? Well he don't bowl.
Doc: Good evening gentlemen. What can I do for you?
Barney Rubble: Well, my friend Fred isn't well. He got hit on the head by a bowling ball.
Fred Flintstone: [in a semi-conscious state] Mama, Mama, Mama.
Doc: Aha, very, very interesting Ja. Obviously a case of cranios-soreodis.
Barney Rubble: Huh, what's that?
Doc: He's allergic to bowling balls.