- Wilma Flintstone: [Seeing Fred's car floating by due to Barney; demanding] Fred Flintstone, you come down this very instant!
- Fred Flintstone: [Sarcastically to himself] Now, why didn't I think of that?
- Woman: Aaah! Help! A peeping Tom!
- Fred Flintstone: Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-You-You got it all wrong, l-lady. M-My-My name is Fred.
- Woman: Help! A peeping Fred!
- [Fred and Wilma hear a loud groaning noise]
- Wilma Flintstone: Sounds like it's coming from the Rubbles' house.
- Fred Flintstone: The Rubbles? Well, it's a fine time tonight for them to pick a fight. Why can't people get along nicely like we do?