- Wilma Flintstone: So you see, Fred doesn't know he's wearing the wrong glasses, and everything is out of focus.
- Barney Rubble: Yeah, but there's nothing to worry about, Wilma. What could happen to him?
- Betty Rubble: That's right, Wilma. After all, he's at the circus. How could he possibly get into trouble?
- Wilma Flintstone: Remember? We're talking about Fred Flintstone.
- Barney Rubble, Betty Rubble: He'll find a way.
- [while watching Fred jump on a trampoline outside]
- Barney Rubble: I don't care what anybody says, elephants don't fly, therefore it has to be Fred.
- Barney Rubble: [pacing] My name is Barney Rubble. I am not seeing things. I live at 224 Rocky Way.
- Betty Rubble: Barney, what's wrong?
- Barney Rubble: Pebbles does not look like a monkey.
- Betty Rubble: What?
- [Wilma comes out with Pebbles]
- Wilma Flintstone: Barney, where's Fred?
- Barney Rubble: He just left, Wilma. He went to the circus with a monkey.
- [notices Pebbles]
- Barney Rubble: He... Wilma, that wasn't Pebbles! That was a monkey!
- Betty Rubble: Wilma, do you know what he's talking about?
- Wilma Flintstone: No, but never mind. We've got to find Fred and take off his glasses. We'll have to use your car, Barney.
- Barney Rubble: Ooh! Ooh! I wasn't seeing things! I'm okay!
- Betty Rubble: Somebody tell ME what's happening. I'm confused!
- Barney Rubble: Yes, sirree, Fred, those glasses do something for you.
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah, I do look distinguished, don't I?
- Barney Rubble: You sure do. At last, I can distinguish you from an elephant.
- Fred Flintstone: [sarcastically] Say, Barn, that's real funny. You should come with us to the circus. There's a spot for you.
- Barney Rubble: Uh, yeah. Like in the big tent with the clowns?
- [Barney laughs and dances funny]
- Fred Flintstone: No, like in the cage with the other hyenas.
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, Fred, I'm going over to Betty's, so keep an eye on the baby. Your good eye, that is.
- Wilma Flintstone: One egg or two, Fred?
- Fred Flintstone: One should do it.
- Wilma Flintstone: Fried or scrambled?
- Fred Flintstone: How about an omelet?
- Wilma Flintstone: Naturally, it's more work.
- Wilma Flintstone: [after noticing Fred on a high wire] That can't be Fred. He gets dizzy in the balcony of the movies.
- Dr. Boulder Dome: You'll need corrective glasses for a short time. Eh, here, try these.
- [gives Fred a pair of glasses]
- Dr. Boulder Dome: Now, read the next line.
- Fred Flintstone: S, C, L, O.
- Dr. Boulder Dome: Good. And the next.
- Fred Flintstone: P, R, O, F.
- Dr. Boulder Dome: Fine, fine, fine. And the teensy weensy printing at the bottom.
- Fred Flintstone: Uh, Y, O, U, B...
- [chuckles]
- Fred Flintstone: I'll, uh, have to get a little closer.
- [Fred walks closer to the chart and reads]
- Fred Flintstone: Uh, Y, O, U, B, uh, your bill is $25?
- Dr. Boulder Dome: [laughs] That's our little joke! Here, let me clean those glasses for you.
- [takes Fred's glasses]
- Fred Flintstone: Clean them? For 25 bucks, you should gold plate them!
- Wilma Flintstone: Where's Fred?
- Barney Rubble: He's taking a nap.
- Wilma Flintstone: Well, get him and we'll eat!