- Barney Rubble: Hey, uh, by the way, Fred, now that you're unemployed, uh, what are you gonna do with yourself all day?
- Fred Flintstone: I'm gonna do what every unemployed guy does. Sit in the park until the movie opens.
- Fred Flintstone: Well, as they say, uneasy lies the head that wears the crown on the road to easy street.
- [after Fred's unsuccessful attempt to sell the pies for a higher price]
- Fred Flintstone: How do ya like that Safestone? What a double-crosser he turned out to be. Boy, he's sure got us in a great spot now.
- Barney Rubble: Well, if you'll pardon my frankness, Fred, I'd say you got yourself in a spot.
- Fred Flintstone: Barney, please. This is no time to blame anybody.
- Barney Rubble: Hey, you're right, Fred. They're aren't many jobs open. At least for the kind of work you do.
- Fred Flintstone: And just what do you mean by that?
- Barney Rubble: Well, let's face it, Fred. You were a high school dropout long before it became a status symbol.
- Hilary: So I said to the boss, ''Go ahead and fire me, but you'll come crawlin' on your hands and knees to get me back.''
- Man: But that was over two years ago.
- Hilary: So? How fast can a guy crawl on his hands and knees?
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, Wilma! Wilma, have I got some news for you!
- Wilma Flintstone: And I have news for you about your Majesty's latest business venture.
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah?
- Wilma Flintstone: I've been doing a little arithmetic. Those pies we sold for 40 cents cost us 52 cents to make.
- Fred Flintstone: So?
- Wilma Flintstone: Fred, wake up. We're losing 12 cents on every pie.
- Fred Flintstone: We are?
- Wilma Flintstone: All right, now what's your news?
- Fred Flintstone: Well, um...
- Wilma Flintstone: Wait a minute, don't tell me. You've got an order for another 50 pies.
- Fred Flintstone: Uh-uh. 500.
- Wilma Flintstone: WHAT? Oh!
- [Wilma faints]
- Dino: Oooh!
- [Dino faints]
- Pebbles Flintstone: Daah. Goop.
- [Pebbles faints]
- [Fred is sleeping on the couch]
- Wilma Flintstone: Fred! Oh, Fred!
- Fred Flintstone: [wakes up stuttering] Wh-What?
- [Wilma walks in dressed as a queen]
- Wilma Flintstone: Well? How do I look?
- Fred Flintstone: Uh, what's the idea? What are you doin' in that outfit?
- Wilma Flintstone: It's quite simple. I went to Mr. Safestone's office and talked him into buying the pies.
- Fred Flintstone: You did? How?
- Wilma Flintstone: By selling the recipe with them. He's gonna make the pies now, and he gave me $100 to cover our losses.
- Fred Flintstone: A hun...
- [counts the money]
- Fred Flintstone: Uh, but, Wilma, there's only 50 bucks here.
- Wilma Flintstone: I know, I know. I had to pay the photographer. They're putting my picture on all the pies. I'm the new Gravelberry Pie Queen.
- Fred Flintstone: Gravelberry Pie Queen?
- Wilma Flintstone: And I did something else, too, Fred. On my way home, I stopped at the quarry and asked Mr. Slate to give you your job back.
- Fred Flintstone: [chuckles] Oh, gosh, you're wonderful, Wil... I mean, your Majesty.
- Barney Rubble: Say, uh, I hear your fellow workers at the gravel pit aren't too happy, Fred.
- Fred Flintstone: That's right, Barn. They're asking for more money and more time off.
- Barney Rubble: More time off? Gosh, Fred, they're already getting all the holidays off plus their birthdays, their mothers' birthdays, and their wives' birthdays. What more do they want?
- Fred Flintstone: They want Valentine's Day off, too. Personally, I'm satisfied, except I wish the boss would give us more than 15 minutes for our lunch hour.