Fred Flintstone: Hey, was that an insult?
Gazoo: Well, if the shoe fits...
Barney Rubble: What's a shoe?
Gazoo: Than I guess it *was* an insult.
Gazoo: [after seeing the "Univershell" logo] Did anyone else see those big letters circling the planet?
Colonel Slaghoople: [upon seeing his reflection in the mirror] So, we meet again.
Wilma Slaghoople: [sees Betty sitting alone at a table] Hi Betty.
[Betty says nothing]
Wilma Slaghoople: Did I tell you that's a really pretty dress?
Betty O'Shale: [quietly] Thank you.
Wilma Slaghoople: [sits down next to Betty] Betty, you aren't still mad at me, are you?
Betty O'Shale: Mad? Just because you pretended to be poor? And I took you in and I felt sorry for you?
Betty O'Shale: Why would that make me mad?
Colonel Slaghoople: Oh Wilma, whatever you decide to do, I want you to know something. Your daddy will always love you.
Wilma Slaghoople: [embrace] Thank you, Daddy.
Gazaam: We are sending you to a planet with virtually no civilization for you to muck up!
Gazoo: Please, no, anything but...
Fred Flintstone: [to The Great Gazoo] You're here do observe? Well get ready to observe your teeth leaving your head.
Gazoo: I come from a planet too far for you to fathom and a civilization too advanced for you to comprehend.
Barney Rubble: Wait a minute, Fred. I bet, we get wishes!
Barney Rubble: Yeah. We let you out of the fancy bottle and now we get wishes, right?
Fred Flintstone: Yeah, Barney's right. Let's get this started. What do we have to rub?
Gazoo: Nahan, I'm not some sort of friendly cartoon Genie. And that is not a bottle, it is a spacecraft. I'm of a highly evolved alien species. I don't do funny voices, I don't sing catchy songs and i do not posess a magic carpet for your big bloated behinds to float upon! I'm here to observe your species mating rituals. Ok, Dum-Dums?
Gazoo: [watching Fred putting his arm around Wilma on the rollercoaster] Nice opening gambit lover boy. Now, close the deal so I can get off this Warren lock.
Fred Flintstone: I'm ignoring you right now.
Wilma Slaghoople: What did you say?
Fred Flintstone: I said, I'm adoring you right now.
Wilma Slaghoople: Oh Fred. That's so sweet.
Barney Rubble: Cranes got trouble, just call Barney Rubble.
Mick Jagged: You're awfully pretty when you smile, Miss Betty O'Shale.
Barney Rubble: [defending Fred to everyone after he's been accused of robbery] Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute! You're all making a big mistake. Fred couldn't have stolen that necklace. It was locked up in a safe... Fred can't even remember the combination to his bowling locker. Look, he's gotta write it down on his hand, see?
[lifts Fred's hand up in the air where the combination is written]
Fred Flintstone: [jerks away] Aw, great. Now, everybody's seen it.
Barney Rubble: Huh. Crack a safe? He couldn't even crack his knuckles without my help.
Chip Rockefeller: Thank you, Mr. Rubble, for confessing to being Mr. Flintstone's accomplice.
Barney Rubble: You're welcome.
[pauses and realizes]
Barney Rubble: What?
Chip Rockefeller: Take them both away!
[the officers takes Fred and Barney to jail, Everybody cheers]
Gazoo: [as he is forced into a spaceship] But wait, surely there must be others more qualified than I.
Gazaam: [slyly] Of course, but why risk losing one of them?
Chip Rockefeller: Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you that there is a criminal in our midst...
Chip Rockefeller: But, before I expose him into the public. I'd like to give him a chance to step forward that admit his wrong doing only to take his first tiny step towards absolution.
Towel Confessor: [sobs] I stole all the towels in my room!
Chip Rockefeller: Well, that is illegal! But, still...
Underwear Confessor: I'm wearing someone else's underwear!
[Everybody gasps and groans]
Chip Rockefeller: No! I was talking about a...
Dinosaur Confessor: I'm systematically poisoning the dinosaurs water supply! In a matter of decades, their entire species will be extinct!
Chip Rockefeller: All right! This is obviously going nowhere. No, I was talking about a necklace. A very valuable necklace has been stolen from our hotel safe. A necklace belonging to my dear... dear friend, Wilma Slaghoople.
Wilma Slaghoople: My pearls?
Betty O'Shale: Wilma!
Fred Flintstone: All right, who did it? So, help me. If you don't step forward right now, I'll personally punch you in the...
Chip Rockefeller: I don't think violence would be necessary, Flintstone. Because, I know exactly, who stole Wilma's pearls... A desperate man drowning and gambling debts.
Fred Flintstone: Low-life!
Dinosaur Confessor: Hey! Doesn't anybody care about this whole dinosaurs becoming extinct thing?
[Dinosaur Confessor walks away]