- [the first pitch is thrown]
- Fred Flintstone: Strike one.
- Mr. Slate: Your husband has keen eyesight, Mrs. Flintstone.
- [the second pitch is thrown]
- Fred Flintstone: Ball one!
- Mr. Slate: But he's blind as a bat!
- Fred Flintstone: Wonder what my boss thinks after I called Eugene out on strikes five times.
- Wilma Flintstone: Actually, the fathers are evenly divided. Half of them say you're a blind bandit who should be run out of town and then there's the sympathetic group who think that tar and feathers is enough.
- [a letter is thrown through the Flintstones' window]
- Betty Rubble: What's that?
- Wilma Flintstone: It's a rock, with a note attached.
- [reads]
- Wilma Flintstone: "Reverse your decision or... Yours Truly, Anonymous." Hmm.
- Betty Rubble: It couldn't be Barney. He couldn't even spell anonymous.
- Wilma Flintstone: Just lie still 'til the swelling goes down, Fred.
- Fred Flintstone: Boy, was he wrong.
- Wilma Flintstone: Who was wrong?
- Fred Flintstone: The guy that said sticks and stones could break my bones. He didn't say anything about those pop bottles.