- Fred Flintstone: [exhausted] Oh, boy. I made it.
- Wilma Flintstone: Fred, what happened? I was so worried.
- [Fred mumbles]
- Wilma Flintstone: You poor dear. You better sit down. Dinner's all ready.
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, I'm not hungry, Wilma. I want to go to bed.
- Barney Rubble: Hey, did you hear that, Betty?
- Betty Rubble: Fred said he wasn't hungry!
- Barney Rubble: Oh, I wish we had a tape recorder. Nobody will believe me.
- Barney Rubble: Yay, Fred! Attaboy! Good old Fred!
- Betty Rubble: Fred?
- Wilma Flintstone: Fred who?
- Students: [cheering] Flintstone! Flintstone! Ra! Ra! Flintstone!
- Betty Rubble: Well, that answers your question.
- Wilma Flintstone: Barney, how come Fred's down there playing football?
- Barney Rubble: Well, uh, uh, it's a long story, Wilma.
- Wilma Flintstone: I've got the time.
- Betty Rubble: So have I.
- Barney Rubble: Well, it's like this: Fred's boss called him in the other day and he says, ''I've got an efficiency... ''
- [later]
- Barney Rubble: So you see, Fred did it to save his job.
- Betty Rubble: Well, in a case like this, Wilma, there's only one thing to do.
- Wilma Flintstone: Right. Let's do it.
- Barney Rubble, Betty Rubble, Wilma Flintstone: [cheering] Flintstone! Flintstone! Ra! Ra! Flintstone! Yay, Freddie! Ra! Ra! Ra!
- [Fred, in uniform, enters the high school football field with the other players]
- Wilma Flintstone: Look at the size of that kid!
- Barney Rubble: Oh, no!
- Betty Rubble: Oh, he's a lot bigger than the other kids.
- Barney Rubble: [to himself] And a lot older, too.
- [while at the Malt Shop with several high school students, Fred had just finished 49 malts]
- Fred Flintstone: I, uh, could have made 50 if I hadn't eaten those 10 brontoburgers.
- Barney Rubble: Oh, that's gonna spoil your dinner tonight, Fred.
- Fred Flintstone: It spoils my dinner every night, Barney. BARNEY! W-What are you doing here?
- Barney Rubble: That's my question, Fred.
- [at Fred's graduation]
- Principal: As our most, uh, uh, senior graduate, would you say a few words, Fred?
- Fred Flintstone: Be glad to, sir. Fellow students, these two weeks have convinced me that high school is for the young because only the young can take it.
- [rubs his back]
- Fred Flintstone: And I'm not kidding. Oooh! My aching back!
- [Fred comes home in pain]
- Wilma Flintstone: Hi, Fred. Tough day at executive school today?
- Fred Flintstone: I'll say. It was one of the toughest ones yet. I'm bushed!
- Wilma Flintstone: Here, Fred. 7, 16, 14, lateral hold! I'll tackle!
- [throws a vase]
- Fred Flintstone: Gotcha!
- [thinking he's in another football game, Fred catches the vase and heads back out the door]
- Wilma Flintstone, Betty Rubble, Barney Rubble: Flintstone! Flintstone! Ra! Ra! Ra! Yay, Freddie!
- Fred Flintstone: [returns] You know?
- Wilma Flintstone: Yes, Fred, and you're wonderful!
- Fred Flintstone: [chuckles] In that case, you're all invited to my graduation.
- Principal: Well, Coach, how does the big football game this afternoon shape up?
- Coach: Terrible, terrible! We're gonna get clobbered! If we only had one man that had weight and power.
- [as the coach is about to exit the principal's office, Fred enters, slamming the door against the coach, knocking him down]
- Fred Flintstone: Oops. I'm sorry.
- Coach: Why don't you look where you're going, you big lummox!
- Principal: Tut, tut. No calling the students names, you know.
- Coach: THIS is a student?
- Fred Flintstone: Freddie Flintstone, sir.
- Coach: Come on, son! Let's talk things over down on the football field!