- Defense Attorney: You've heard the prosecution tell a lot of lies about my client. Now it's my turn. I would like to call a character witness. The defendant's mother, Mrs. Quartzstone.
- Fred Flintstone: What a sweet little old mother the Mangler's got, huh, Barney?
- Barney Rubble: Yeah. How could she ever get mixed up with a son like that?
- Mrs. Quartzstone: Hiya, Sonny.
- The Mangler: Hiya, Ma. How's Papa?
- Mrs. Quartzstone: Oh, fine. Just fine. He'll be out in two years.
- Juryman: Look, Flintstone, for the 10th time, the police caught him at the busted window loading the jewelry in a stolen car. It took 12 cops to haul him to jail. Can't you get it through your thick skull that guy is guilty?
- Barney Rubble: Hey, hey, hey, hey, that's no way to talk to the foreman of the jury. Let me talk to him. He's my friend. Now, look, Fred, can't you get it through you thick skull the guy is guilty?
- Defense Attorney: Now, finally, ladies and gentlemen, I want to ask you to look at my client. Does he look like a stickup man to you? Look at those eyes. Look at that face. Is that the face of a stickup man?
- [except for Fred, all of the jury members raise up their arms and hands as if they were being held up]
- Defense Attorney: Uh, your honor, the, uh, defense rests.
- Fred Flintstone: [while pretending to be ill] Good morning, Judge. I hope you're feeling better than me. I've been feeling awful lately. I think maybe I've got a sore throat. Look. Ahh.
- [opens his mouth wide]
- Judge: You got a big mouth. Take two headache pills and sit over there in the jury box.