- [Fred is trying to hide Barney from the store detective]
- Fred Flintstone: I think we lost him.
- Barney Rubble: What's up, Fred? Why are we hiding?
- Fred Flintstone: Because you go to prison for stealing things in a department store, you dumb dodo!
- Barney Rubble: Fred, did you steal something?
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, boy!
- Wilma Flintstone: I promise I'll never take anything of yours without telling you again, okay?
- Fred Flintstone: That still doesn't get my stuff back.
- Betty Rubble: Oh, yes, it does. We never got to the rummage sale. Tell him, Wilma.
- Wilma Flintstone: On our way, we stopped at Mrs. Rockhead's for tea.
- Betty Rubble: And she was packing up old stuff of Joe's.
- Wilma Flintstone: To give away without telling him.
- Betty Rubble: And we both got this awful attack of conscience.
- Wilma Flintstone: We couldn't go through with it...
- Fred Flintstone: Hold it! Hold it! I'm getting seasick! Get to the point!
- Wilma Flintstone: I took your things back with me, Fred. They're out in the car.
- Officer O'Rockery: Well, let's hear the explanation.
- Betty Rubble: Gee, I don't know where to start.
- Wilma Flintstone: I'll give it to you.
- Betty Rubble: But you'll never believe it.
- Wilma Flintstone: You see, Officer, the Ladies Auxiliary was having this rummage sale.
- Fred Flintstone: Sounds pretty fishy to me.
- Betty Rubble: And her husband had all this junk he wouldn't throw away.
- Wilma Flintstone: And so, I took it without telling him
- Barney Rubble: I wouldn't believe that story if I saw it on television.
- Betty Rubble: But, for some reason, Fred thought Barney...
- Wilma Flintstone: Was a kleptomaniac. And he was...
- Officer O'Rockery: Hold it! Hold it! One at a time! I'm getting dizzy!
- Wilma Flintstone: And he was trying to get Barney to return everything.
- Betty Rubble: Honestly, Officer. She's telling the truth.
- [Fred and Barney laughs as the girls continue explaining their story]
- Fred Flintstone: I told you if you'd just be quiet, I would handle everything, didn't I?
- Barney Rubble: Well, sure, Fred, but, uh, I want to ask you a question.
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah?
- Barney Rubble: How come you had to come downtown with me today?
- [Fred and Barney are shown to be in jail]
- Fred Flintstone: Simple. I came along to keep you out of trouble.
- Barney Rubble: [sarcastically] Oh, thanks a lot, Fred.
- Betty Rubble: Okay, Wilma. Coast is clear.
- [Wilma and Betty start carrying their boxes out to the car]
- Wilma Flintstone: [whispers] Where's Barney?
- Betty Rubble: [whispers] In back of the house, doing some gardening. Put the boxes on the floor in the back seat.
- Wilma Flintstone: Say, before we take this stuff downtown, let's have some breakfast.
- Betty Rubble: Okay. That's, uh... Why are we whispering?
- Wilma Flintstone: I don't know.
- Betty Rubble: Wilma, that's Fred's old football uniform! How'd you ever get him to part with it?
- Wilma Flintstone: Simple. I merely used feminine strategy.
- Betty Rubble: What do you mean?
- Wilma Flintstone: I didn't tell him.
- Betty Rubble: [gasps] Wilma!
- Wilma Flintstone: What he doesn't know won't make him mad.
- Betty Rubble: Oh, but, Wilma, that's sneaky. That's dishonest. That's brilliant!
- Wilma Flintstone: The boys have been awfully quiet since we bailed them out.
- Betty Rubble: [chuckles] It's something they won't forget for a while.
- Wilma Flintstone: [chuckles] And we won't let them forget. After you, jailbirds!
- [Wilma and Betty giggle as their husbands walk inside]
- Fred Flintstone: [with sarcasm] Very funny. Very funny. Har, har, har!
- Barney Rubble: Hey, girls, how about something to eat? Being a criminal sure gives a guy an appetite.
- Betty Rubble: Oh, what do you think, Wilma? Do the jailbirds deserve food?
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, but of course. Let's bake them a cake with a file in it to make them feel right at home.
- [Betty and Wilma giggles]
- Fred Flintstone: [sarcastically] Say, you're a comedian, Wilma. You're a riot. Now, get out in that kitchen!
- Wilma Flintstone: Watch your tone, sir. You're speaking to the girl what sprung you.