- [last lines]
- Fred Flintstone: [to the camera] It's true, folks, the Flintstones are gonna have a baby. And I want everybody the whole wide world to know it! YABBA-DABBA DOO!
- Fred Flintstone: [Yelling and announcing] We're gonna have a baby!
- Mother of many kids: [Watching with her many kids] BIG DEAL!
- Wilma Flintstone: Fred's figured a way to stop bickering with Barney. He said from now on, he'll forgive and forget.
- Betty Rubble: That's nice.
- [Fred enters]
- Fred Flintstone: Wilma, start packing! We're moving!
- Wilma Flintstone: Moving?
- Betty Rubble: Uh-oh. They've only stayed buddies for five minutes this time.
- Wilma Flintstone: Fred, what about forgive and forget?
- Fred Flintstone: That's right. I'll never forgive myself for forgetting to stay mad at that guy. This is war and any wife of Barney's is the enemy. Out! Out! Out!
- Wilma Flintstone: Fred!
- Betty Rubble: Never mind, Wilma. I'll see you later.
- [Betty leaves]
- Wilma Flintstone: Fred Flintstone, we are not moving, and that's that. Stay mad at Barney if you want to, but I'm still friends with Betty, get it?
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah, I got it... traitor.
- [Fred storms out after Barney refuses to go bowling]
- Betty Rubble: Is something wrong, Fred?
- Fred Flintstone: You are married to a nut! Nut! Nut! Nut! Nut! NUT!
- Fred Flintstone: If anyone ever mentions a baby again, I'll...
- [Wilma starts crying]
- Fred Flintstone: Wilma, what's the matter?
- Wilma Flintstone: [crying] Oh, Fred, I don't know how to tell you.
- Fred Flintstone: Tell me what?
- Wilma Flintstone: [pulls out a knitted baby sock] This! I know how you hate them.
- Fred Flintstone: I don't hate them, I like them.
- [wears the sock on his nose]
- Fred Flintstone: It's just that I never had a nose snoot before.
- Wilma Flintstone: [cries harder] It's not for you! It's for our baby!
- Fred Flintstone: [takes the sock off] That's good. I wouldn't have worn it anyway. Boy, am I beat. Good night, Wilma.
- [Fred sleeps for a while, then wakes back up]
- Fred Flintstone: Baby? No.
- [Fred goes back to sleep, then wakes again]
- Fred Flintstone: A b-b-b-baby? Wilma, d-did you say...
- Wilma Flintstone: Yes, I said YOUR baby.
- Fred Flintstone: YABBA-DABBA-DOO!
- Wilma Flintstone: You're not mad at me, Fred?
- Fred Flintstone: MAD at you? I'm mad ABOUT you, sweetheart!
- Wilma Flintstone: [about Betty's nephew] Oh! Isn't he darling? What's his name?
- Betty Rubble: Marblehead Sandstone, Jr. We call him Sandy for short.
- Wilma Flintstone: Hello, Sandy.
- [tickles him]
- Wilma Flintstone: Cootchie-cootchie-cootchie-cootchie-cootchie.
- [Marblehead bites Wilma's finger]
- Wilma Flintstone: OW!
- Betty Rubble: [giggles] I forgot to tell you, he's getting his teeth.
- Wilma Flintstone: GETTING his teeth? I got a scoop for you, Betty. He's got them!