- Wilma Flintstone: Last week, the TV set broke down. Fred wouldn't even call a repairman.
- Betty Rubble: How'd you get it fixed?
- Wilma Flintstone: I took a screwdriver and poked around myself.
- Betty Rubble: [gasps] But that's dangerous, all that power. Suppose you touched the wrong thing?
- Wilma Flintstone: I did. That's how my hair got so curly. I'm the only woman in town who got her permanent on Channel 17.
- [Wilma pretends to be ill]
- Fred Flintstone: Now, come on, Wilma. You know there's nothing wrong with you.
- Wilma Flintstone: But I'm sick, Fred. Sick, sick, sick! Do I have to cry to show you how sick I am?
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, don't cry. Your mascara's running enough already.
- Wilma Flintstone: My mascara?
- [touches her makeup]
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, you knew all the time!
- [Wilma starts to cry heavily]
- Fred Flintstone: Of course. Oh, Wilma. No, no, no. Stop! Stop, Wilma! Wilma, stop! The... The neighbors will think I'm beating you, Wilma! Stop! Okay, okay, okay! You can have the maid!
- [Wilma stops crying]
- Wilma Flintstone: I can have a maid?
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah, but I sure don't know where I'll get the money to pay for it.
- Wilma Flintstone: We'll manage. You'll see.
- [walks away]
- Fred Flintstone: Wilma, what are you doing?
- [Wilma starts vacuuming and scrubbing the floor]
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, I know a nice woman who'll help with the cleaning and cooks the most wonderful Italian dishes.
- Fred Flintstone: But you're getting a maid. Why are you cleaning?
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, I couldn't let her see the house this way.
- [after Wilma confesses to the Vanderocks]
- Mrs. Vanderock: You're not a maid? Oh, and we thought the Rubbles were trying to be snobs.
- Barney Rubble: Oh, heck, I'm no snob. I don't even know how to spell it.
- [to convince Fred she needs a maid, Wilma carries in a heavy load of logs while Fred and Barney play cards]
- Fred Flintstone: Make like you don't see her. Uh, your pick, Barney.
- [Wilma walks by groaning]
- Fred Flintstone: Uh, my pick now. Oh ho! Boy, what a hand.
- [Wilma continues to groaning]
- Barney Rubble: I'll bet your hand is better than mine, Fred.
- [Wilma angrily drops the logs]
- Fred Flintstone: Hey, Wilma, did you just carry all those logs in here?
- Wilma Flintstone: Yes, I did.
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, honey, I don't want you carrying loads like that. That's much too heavy for you. Next time, make two trips.
- Betty Rubble: [about a maid] I'd give anything for one.
- Wilma Flintstone: Why don't you ask Barney?
- Betty Rubble: [giggles] Because I hate to see a grown man cry.
- Betty Rubble: Take Mrs. Vanderock's stole, Barney.
- Barney Rubble: My pleasure.
- [removes the stole]
- Mrs. Vanderock: How nice. Be careful with it. It's mink, you know.
- Barney Rubble: Hm. Smells like skunk to me.
- Minkasaurus: Well, you don't smell like a bed of roses to me, either.