- [the phone rings]
- Wilma Flintstone: I'll get it, Fred.
- [picks up the phone]
- Wilma Flintstone: Hello? I can't hear you. Would you speak louder, please? That's better. Who? Oh, Mother!
- [Fred, in frustration, breaks his new baseball bat in half]
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, no. Tell her to stay home! No visitors allowed! The place is quarantined, out of bounds, off limits!
- Wilma Flintstone: [on the phone] You can hear old loud what, Mother? Oh, old loudmouth.