- [Fred is in extremely deep exasparation, of having to work on a Saturday]
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, what a rotten break. My whole day is spoiled.
- Wilma Flintstone: Don't be upset, Fred. According to your horoscope, this is your lucky day.
- Fred Flintstone: Lucky day? Ood-abbad-abbay!
- Wilma Flintstone: Ood-abbad-abbay? What's that?
- Fred Flintstone: That's yabba-dabba-doo backwards, and that's how I feel.
- Wilma Flintstone: I don't like this whole setup, Betty. Something's phony about it, don't you think?
- Betty Rubble: Yeah, I think...
- Wilma Flintstone: I mean, they start shooting tomorrow. Why here in Bedrock? Why no script? Why no mention of salary?
- Betty Rubble: Well, I think...
- Wilma Flintstone: I love my husband, but if I were a movie producer, and on the level, would I pick Fred?
- Betty Rubble: No, but I...
- Wilma Flintstone: Of course, maybe I'm just jealous. Maybe I'm thinking of all those beautiful starlets he's going to meet.
- Betty Rubble: Yes, but...
- Wilma Flintstone: But I won't let Fred know. That'd be the worst thing I could do, right?
- Betty Rubble: Yes, I think you'll probably...
- Wilma Flintstone: I'll fight fire with fire. When Fred comes home tonight, I'm gonna look absolutely gorgeous. I'm gonna make him feel like he's living with a movie star.
- Betty Rubble: Say, that's not a bad idea...
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, thanks for talking with me, Betty. I feel so much better. It really helped.
- Betty Rubble: [giggles] I didn't even say a word.
- Wilma Flintstone: [on the phone] Hello? Oh, good morning, Mr. Slate.
- Fred Flintstone: [whispers] Ssh! Tell him I left.
- Wilma Flintstone: Yes, he's here, Mr. Slate. Just a minute. It's for you, Fred. Mr. Slate.
- Fred Flintstone: [sarcastically] No kidding.
- [Fred fails to keep the wild elephants from knocking down the wall twice]
- Go-Go Ravine: Cut! Cut! Rock, baby, already with the temperament? You gotta do it your way? The script says the elephants charge, you stop them. What's the problem?
- Fred Flintstone: I don't think the elephants have read the script.
- [after Fred crashes into a wall, riding a chariot, doing a scene]
- Go-Go Ravine: Great! Great! But we do it again with a little more zingo this time.
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, no, we don't. We quit.
- Go-Go Ravine: Quit? You can't quit. We're not finished yet.
- Fred Flintstone: Well, I am. Barney, you're my manager. Tell him.
- Barney Rubble: Uh, yeah. He says he quits now, Mr. Ravine.
- Go-Go Ravine: But he can't. The big scene is next. Here, look at this script.
- Barney Rubble: [mumbles while reading the script] Dancing girls? Uh, uh, let him quit, Mr. Ravine. I'll double for him.
- Fred Flintstone: Barney, you don't know what you're saying. This job is murder!
- Barney Rubble: It's okay, Fred. You're my friend. Uh, what do you say, Mr. Ravine?
- Go-Go Ravine: With the wig, no one will know the difference. Okay, you're Hercurock.
- [later, Barney, dressed as Hercurock, is doing a scene where he is served by beautiful young ladies]
- Girl: Oh, Hercurock, we think you're wonderful.
- [the girls start kissing Barney]
- Barney Rubble: Thank you, slave girls.
- Go-Go Ravine: Cut. Okay, let's do it again, Hercurock.
- Barney Rubble: Delighted, Mr. Ravine.
- [the girls begin kissing Barney again]
- Fred Flintstone: [angrily] Some friend! Rickin', rackin', fraggsin', briggin', cussastudda!