- Wilma Flintstone: [disguised] Come on, Big Daddy. Spread some of that Golden Smog on my ears.
- Fred Flintstone: Uh, w-wait a minute, lady. I-I got a wife.
- Wilma Flintstone: I bet she doesn't understand you.
- Fred Flintstone: She understands me, but she wouldn't understand you!
- Barney Rubble: Hey, Fred, what's new?
- Fred Flintstone: Nothing new. Same old trouble: Wilma won't let me sing in the house.
- Barney Rubble: Well, you got a pretty loud voice, Fred. Can't say I blame her.