- Gooney Bird: Boink!
- Wilma Flintstone: Fred, can't you get up without making all that noise?
- Fred Flintstone: It's that pesty gooney bird, he's back again! Why can't he fly back to Capistranorock or wherever else he belongs? What a thing to look forward to all summer!
- Mr. Slate: When Fred Flintstone comes by to see me, tell him to wait because I'm speaking with the vice president.
- Mimi: You got it, Poopsie.
- Mr. Slate: Shhh! Mimi, please. Not with the poopsie.
- Mr. Slate: [to himself as he's walking back to his office] Ever since that last office party I've been Poopsie. I wondered what happened.
- Fred Flintstone: Wilma!
- Wilma Flintstone: Hello, Fred. Fred, where are you?
- Fred Flintstone: [flies home in his bird costume] Here, Wilma. I got a big fat raise. Now we can get everything we need for the baby.
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, Fred, I'm so proud of you. I must tell Betty the good news.
- [Wilma rushes inside and calls Betty on the phone]
- Wilma Flintstone: Hello, Betty? Oh, I just had to call and tell you that Fred got his raise. Yes, he just flew home and told me.
- [realizes what she just said]
- Wilma Flintstone: FLEW HOME? I'll call you back, Betty.
- [Wilma runs back outside]
- Wilma Flintstone: Fred, what are you doing flying around in a bird suit?
- Fred Flintstone: Wilma, I thought you'd never ask. Come inside, sweetheart. Sit down. It's a long story, and, in spots, kind of hard to believe.
- Fred Flintstone: I don't get it. A guy wants to fix his own breakfast and the whole world becomes unglued. No more sleeping for you in the morning, Wilma. I have cooked my last breakfast.
- Wilma Flintstone: Amen.
- Wilma Flintstone: I've been gradually picking up a few things for the baby, Betty.
- Betty Rubble: Oh, let me see, Wilma.
- Wilma Flintstone: How about that? Genuine ocelot panties.
- Betty Rubble: [gasps in delight] Darling, Wilma.
- Wilma Flintstone: A bearskin pullover for cold mornings.
- Betty Rubble: Oh, isn't that cute?
- Wilma Flintstone: Sheepskin booties.
- Betty Rubble: They're lovely.
- Wilma Flintstone: A saber-toothed-tiger skin blanket.
- Betty Rubble: Mmm, that'll keep him warm.
- Wilma Flintstone: Let's go in the baby's room, Betty, and look at the stuffed toys Fred made.
- [Wilma shows a bunch of gigantic toys in the baby's room]
- Wilma Flintstone: He likes them life-sized.
- Betty Rubble: [giggles] Isn't that just like Fred?
- Wilma Flintstone: Mm. I haven't the heart to tell him they have to go.
- [Fred is working at a gas station]
- Manager: Okay, Flintstone, I briefed you on our operation policy. Now here comes your first customer. Good luck.
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, boy, my first solo.
- [walks to the customer]
- Fred Flintstone: How do you do, sir?
- Manager: He's polite. That's good.
- Customer: 10 gallons of Ethel, please.
- Fred Flintstone: Yes, sir. Okay, Ethel, 10 gallons.
- Manager: Gas in, good. Checks oil, is disgusted because it's so dirty. Changes oil. Very good. This Flintstone seems to be all right.
- [the customer drives off]
- Manager: Tips hat. Waves goodbye. Well, that's nice.
- Fred Flintstone: How did I do, boss?
- Manager: Not bad, not bad. Just one little thing... YOU LET HIM GET AWAY WITHOUT PAYING!
- [after Fred, who is in a bird costume, is launched into the air]
- Colonel Rockafeather: That's the one thing wrong with this act. You need a new birdman for every performance. Good thing he was a Yankee. There's too many of them anyway.