- [Fred fixes Pebbles a huge sandwich, but she won't eat it]
- Wilma Flintstone: Well, so long, Fred. See you after work.
- Fred Flintstone: Hey, Wilma, wait. Why isn't Pebbles eating?
- Wilma Flintstone: Because she's a baby, not a truck driver.
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, it's so exciting. Is there anything about it in the paper this morning?
- Fred Flintstone: Well, uh, I, um, uh...
- Wilma Flintstone: Let's see.
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, it's... it's... it's, uh, just a picture.
- Wilma Flintstone: Well, I want to see it.
- Fred Flintstone: I better warn you, Wilma. It's not too flattering.
- Wilma Flintstone: Let's see it.
- [Fred shows Wilma the newspaper]
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, no!
- [the paper says, ''Housewife of the Year: Wilma Flintstone and Friend'' with Fred shown dressed as Wilma]
- Fred Flintstone: They didn't have time to cancel the picture, Wilma.
- Wilma Flintstone: I'm going to be the laughingstock of this town, Fred Flintstone! You... You... You sure could use a good permanent.
- Fred Flintstone: [about the judge] She should talk about weight. I saw a brontosaurus take first in its class with a better shape than hers.
- [the quarry workers are circled around Wilma]
- Worker: Here, I'll get it for you.
- Worker #2: No, let me.
- Worker #3: You're doing it all wrong.
- [Mr. Slate approaches]
- Mr. Slate: What's the meaning of this?
- Worker #4: Scram, fellas! It's the boss!
- [the workers all run away]
- Mr. Slate: It's past lunchtime. Now get back to work, you guys!
- Wilma Flintstone: Hello, Mr. Slate. My lunch pail got stuck and the boys were trying to help me open it. Wasn't that nice?
- Mr. Slate: My, how chivalrous. There'll be openings around here, all right. JOB OPENINGS!
- Fred Flintstone: Barney, help me shovel this rice out. Wilma isn't coming home for dinner, anyway.
- Barney Rubble: Oh, sure, Fred. But, uh, how about calling the Red Cross? This place sure looks like a disaster area.
- [Fred serves Wilma breakfast]
- Fred Flintstone: Now this is what I call a breakfast. Mountain goat-meal, brontosausages and eggs, French toast with cactus berry jelly.
- [Wilma, while reading the paper, starts eating]
- Wilma Flintstone: Mmm.
- Fred Flintstone: Wilma?
- Wilma Flintstone: [still reading while eating] Mmm?
- Fred Flintstone: I slave over a hot stove and you don't say a word.
- [Wilma continues eating while reading the paper]
- Fred Flintstone: Wilma, talk to me.
- Wilma Flintstone: [turns away from the paper] Mmm. Amalgamated rocks are up 10 points.
- Wilma Flintstone: [about Fred] He likes his women cute and helpless.
- Barney Rubble: Who doesn't, Wilma? That's the best way.
- Barney Rubble: Hey, Bamm-Bamm, put that down!
- [to Betty]
- Barney Rubble: Hey, uh, y-y-you better look at your son.
- Betty Rubble: Hmph! He's always MY son when he's naughty.
- Fred Flintstone: I am now an expert at housework. Any questions you want answered, just ask me.
- Barney Rubble: Okay, uh, how come it's snowing in your back yard?
- Fred Flintstone: What?
- Barney Rubble: I just walked through your back yard, Fred, and it's snowing.
- Fred Flintstone: Barney, don't be so dumb. Look at this beautiful, sunny day. Now, how can it be snowing in my back yard?
- Barney Rubble: I don't know, but I wouldn't go back there without a shovel.
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, no!
- Barney Rubble: You see, Fred, I told you so.
- [Fred finds a flood of rice coming from the kitchen]
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah, I see, I see, Barney, I see. It's the rice. I left it cooking too long.