- Fred Flintstone: Having trouble, mister?
- Reggie Rocks-on-Rocks: I certainly am. I wonder if you'd be a good lad and park this for me? I just don't seem to have the knack.
- Fred Flintstone: Uh, sure.
- Reggie Rocks-on-Rocks: Oh, that'll be jolly. Here's a little something for your trouble.
- [gives Fred money]
- Fred Flintstone: Thanks, mister.
- [looks at the money]
- Fred Flintstone: 50 bucks? Gee, thanks, mister. Thanks. Barney, he gave me 50 bucks! He must be rich!
- Barney Rubble: Oh, he is, Fred, indubitably. That's Reggie Rocks-On-Rocks, the multi-multimillionaire.
- Fred Flintstone: That's a multi-multimillionaire? Boy, what a cheapskate he is!
- [after being hit on the head with a newspaper]
- Fred Flintstone: That Arnold! I don't know whether to cancel my subscription or increase my accident insurance.
- Wilma Flintstone: Betty, we only have 'til 6:00. Are you gonna spend our whole afternoon off admiring yourself?
- Betty Rubble: Now, Wilma, I just want to be sure I look all right. Suppose I run into a rich, handsome young man?
- Wilma Flintstone: Betty!
- Betty Rubble: Well, the woods are full of them and maybe one of them might succumb to my obvious charms.
- Wilma Flintstone: Betty Jean McBricker! What kind of talk is that? But if you should happen to meet a rich, handsome young man, I hope you'll remember to do one thing.
- Betty Rubble: What?
- Wilma Flintstone: Ask him if he's got a friend for me.
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, speaking of markets, do you know they're tearing down the old Honeyrock Hotel to make room for a supermarket?
- Betty Rubble: Oh, for heaven's sake! How could they tear down that lovely hotel to make room for a supermarket?
- Barney Rubble: I guess people are more interested in shopping than stopping.
- Wilma Flintstone: [after seeing Fred and Barney] What's that on the big one's face?
- Betty Rubble: That's his nose.
- Betty Rubble: I'll just take some of these dishes into the kitchen.
- [Betty tries to push the door open, but it won't budge]
- Betty Rubble: Oh, Barney, this door is stuck again.
- [Bamm-Bamm lifts the door and carries it away]
- Betty Rubble: Oh, Bamm-Bamm, when are you going to realize your own strength? But thanks.
- Mrs. Slaghoople: Now, my advice to you girls is to tell the boys the truth. After all, being poor is no crime. If it were, Wilma, your father would be Public Enemy Number One!