- Wilma Flintstone: I hope you're over being angry at Mr. Slate, Fred.
- Fred Flintstone: No, I'm not angry anymore. I'M JUST BOILING MAD!
- [a disguised Fred just arrived to Slate's party]
- Fred Flintstone: Ah, yes. Good evening, Slate, and this... this beautiful creature must be your daughter.
- [Mrs. Slate giggles]
- Mr. Slate: [looks around] What beautiful creature?