- Betty Rubble: [about Fred going to school] Aren't you jealous of all those young coeds he'll be sitting next to?
- Wilma Flintstone: No. Fred will be too busy studying figures, et cetera.
- Betty Rubble: Hmm. That's what he'll be studying, all right. And those et ceteras look great in sweaters.
- Wilma Flintstone: [laughs] Fred? Interested in some skinny young thing in a sweater?
- [laughs again]
- Wilma Flintstone: Uh, on the other hand, that's how I got him.
- Wilma Flintstone: Why didn't you graduate with your class?
- Fred Flintstone: Well, I was out standing in the hall when they were graduating. I got musclebound from football. Now look at me, outsmarted by a 10-year-old boy.
- Wilma Flintstone: Arnold's only eight.
- Fred Flintstone: He couldn't get that sneaky in eight years.
- Barney Rubble: Hey, dig those students from Shale! Look at those shoulders, them legs!
- Betty Rubble: Where? Where? All I see are the girl cheerleaders.
- Barney Rubble: That's what I'm talking about!