- Fred Flintstone: Hiya, girls. What's new?
- Wilma Flintstone: I don't know, Fred. You tell us.
- Barney Rubble: Uh-oh. I knew it, I knew it.
- Betty Rubble: How was bowling today?
- Wilma Flintstone: Yeah, how?
- Fred Flintstone: To tell you the truth, we didn't go bowling today. I was out at the airport taking a flying lesson. Right, Barney?
- Barney Rubble: Well, uh... uh... yeah, yeah, that's right. Uh... I think.
- Wilma Flintstone: What?
- Fred Flintstone: I might as well level with you, Wilma. I won a free flying lesson at our last lodge meeting.
- Wilma Flintstone: But...
- Fred Flintstone: I couldn't help myself, Wilma. You know how I hate to waste anything.
- Wilma Flintstone: But...
- Fred Flintstone: Boy, you should've seen my teacher. A beautiful blonde who could fly the toupee off a bald eagle.
- Wilma Flintstone: But...
- Fred Flintstone: If you don't believe me, just ask Hilda Rockmouth. She was there. Now, how about dinner? I am starved.
- Wilma Flintstone: [giggles] Yes, Fred!
- [kisses Fred]
- Wilma Flintstone: Anything you say, dear!
- [kisses Fred again and runs off gleefully]
- Fred Flintstone: [chuckles] You see how easy it is, Barn. Just tell them the truth. It never fails.
- Control Tower: Solo Flight Number One, cleared for takeoff on runways 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6! Ha, ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
- Fred Flintstone: [unamused] Solo Flight Number One to Control Tower, very funny. Very funny.