Fred Flintstone: Hiya, girls. What's new?
Wilma Flintstone: I don't know, Fred. You tell us.
Barney Rubble: Uh-oh. I knew it, I knew it.
Betty Rubble: How was bowling today?
Wilma Flintstone: Yeah, how?
Fred Flintstone: To tell you the truth, we didn't go bowling today. I was out at the airport taking a flying lesson. Right, Barney?
Barney Rubble: Well, uh... uh... yeah, yeah, that's right. Uh... I think.
Wilma Flintstone: What?
Fred Flintstone: I might as well level with you, Wilma. I won a free flying lesson at our last lodge meeting.
Wilma Flintstone: But...
Fred Flintstone: I couldn't help myself, Wilma. You know how I hate to waste anything.
Wilma Flintstone: But...
Fred Flintstone: Boy, you should've seen my teacher. A beautiful blonde who could fly the toupee off a bald eagle.
Wilma Flintstone: But...
Fred Flintstone: If you don't believe me, just ask Hilda Rockmouth. She was there. Now, how about dinner? I am starved.
Wilma Flintstone: [giggles] Yes, Fred!
[kisses Fred]
Wilma Flintstone: Anything you say, dear!
[kisses Fred again and runs off gleefully]
Fred Flintstone: [chuckles] You see how easy it is, Barn. Just tell them the truth. It never fails.