- Betty Rubble: Well, whatever cured Fred of betting, Wilma?
- Wilma Flintstone: Well, I had him go to a psychiatrist.
- Betty Rubble: How did you get him to go?
- Wilma Flintstone: Well, I bet a month's house money at poker with him, and he lost.
- Betty Rubble: That's right. A real gambler never goes back on his bets. They'll skip house payments, the kids' lunch money, but gambling debts are debts of honor.
- Fred Flintstone: WILMA!
- Wilma Flintstone: Uh-oh. Something's gone wrong. Yes, Fred?
- Fred Flintstone: Wilma, I had some money stashed away in the holes of my bowling ball. Did you touch it?
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, yes, Fred, I meant to tell you. The men came and I had to give them some money.
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, boy. ''The men came.'' What men?
- Wilma Flintstone: The men came to repossess the TV set because you haven't been making payments. Just as they were taking it, I happened to remember the money in the bowling ball.
- Fred Flintstone: ''Happened to remember the money in the bowling ball''? And how did you happen to remember something you didn't know about?
- Wilma Flintstone: Uh, I'm thinking, I'm thinking. Um, I was dusting and happened to run across the money.
- Fred Flintstone: [sarcastically] Well, ain't I the lucky guy? What a good housekeeper I have. She even dusts the holes of my bowling ball.
- [after Wilma buys new furniture]
- Fred Flintstone: So help me, I'll never bet again. There's a better way. Barney?
- Barney Rubble: Yes, Fred?
- Fred Flintstone: Here's a rag for you and one for me.
- Barney Rubble: Well, uh, what's the rag for, Fred?
- Fred Flintstone: Dusting. What else? We might get lucky and find some money to help pay for all this.
- [Fred wants to cancel his newspaper]
- Arnold: Uh, you'd like to pay me what you owe me, sir?
- Fred Flintstone: Of course. How much is it?
- Arnold: $22.12
- Fred Flintstone: $22?
- Arnold: That's right, Mr. Flintstone. You haven't paid me for a long time. You kept saying, ''Put it on my bill. Put it on my bill.''
- Fred Flintstone: I didn't know it was so much.
- Betty Rubble: Oh, here comes Barney, Wilma.
- Wilma Flintstone: Did you find out anything, Barney?
- Barney Rubble: [walks by] I sure did.
- Betty Rubble, Wilma Flintstone: Well? What did you find out?
- Barney Rubble: [walks by again, carrying a TV set] I found out that Fred Flintstone is no friend of mine.
- Wilma Flintstone: What's that supposed to mean, Betty?
- Betty Rubble: I don't know.
- Wilma Flintstone: Betty, did you happen to notice what Barney was carrying when he left your house?
- Betty Rubble: Mm-hmm. Our TV set.
- Wilma Flintstone: That's what I thought, but why?
- Betty Rubble: I don't know. Let's find out.
- Wilma Flintstone: Yeah, lets. There's something funny going on with TV sets lately.
- Betty Rubble: And Fred never has bet again?
- Wilma Flintstone: Never. He's been an ideal husband ever since.
- Fred Flintstone: WILMA!
- Betty Rubble: Your ideal husband is home, Wilma.
- Wilma Flintstone: I didn't say he was perfect. He's ideal as husbands go.
- Wilma Flintstone: Fred, what's going on?
- Fred Flintstone: [chuckles nervously] Oh. I, uh, I, uh, told Barney I loaned our TV to Arnold's boys' club and good old Barney, he said, and I quote, uh, ''You can have mine until you get yours back.''
- [chuckles]
- Fred Flintstone: Wasn't that nice of him?
- Wilma Flintstone: Fred Flintstone, you give that set back to Barney.
- Barney Rubble: You heard what the lady said, Fred. You heard it.
- Fred Flintstone: You, Barney, are a false friend.
- Barney Rubble: [leaves with his TV set] Right, Fred. And we false friends like to watch our TV programs.
- Wilma Flintstone: Hey, boys, open up. We want to speak to you.
- Arnold: [from inside his clubhouse] Go on, beat it. No girls allowed.
- Wilma Flintstone: Much as I hate to admit it, we're not girls.
- Betty Rubble: We're women.
- Arnold: Women? Those are the worst kind of girls.
- Betty Rubble: Boys always seem to want to belong to boys' clubs.
- Wilma Flintstone: Until they grow up. Then they join men's clubs.
- Wilma Flintstone: I just can't stay mad at Fred. Sometimes he does such nice things.
- Barney Rubble: I still think there's something fishy about it.
- [Wilma, Betty, and Barney enter the Flintstones' home and Barney notices something]
- Wilma Flintstone: Well, Fred isn't home yet. I'll make some coffee. You two sit down and get comfortable.
- Barney Rubble: Sit down? On what?
- Betty Rubble: The furniture's all gone!
- Wilma Flintstone: Well, that does it. I know Fred's betting again when all the furniture's gone. I've had five years of that.
- Barney Rubble: A fellow needs a little fun money hidden. You never know what might turn up. A little dough stashed away in the holes of a bowling ball saves a lot of arguing.
- Fred Flintstone: Barney?
- Barney Rubble: Yes, Fred?
- Fred Flintstone: Does Betty do a lot of dusting?
- Barney Rubble: Why, uh, yeah, she's always dusting.
- Fred Flintstone: I'll bet that dough has been dusted right out of that ball.
- Barney Rubble: [looks inside his bowling ball] Fred, you're right! Betty beat me to it!
- Arnold: I can't play anymore, Mr. Flintstone. You can pay me now.
- Fred Flintstone: I cannot. I don't carry that kind of dough on me. Don't you trust me?
- Arnold: Sure, I trust you, Mr. Flintstone, because you're a real sport and a real sport never welches. He may not pay for his newspapers, but a wager to a real sport is a debt of honor.
- Fred Flintstone: Where do these kids pick up this stuff?
- [Wilma and Betty enter Arnold's boys' club]
- Betty Rubble: Wilma, look.
- Wilma Flintstone: I'm looking. It looks like my house.
- Betty Rubble: No wonder. It's all your furniture. It makes a nice clubroom.
- Wilma Flintstone: Yeah. It looks better here than at home.