- Wilma Flintstone: [about Larry Lava] What a man!
- [giggles]
- Betty Rubble: Golly. I'd like to see Barney and Fred do that.
- Wilma Flintstone: Barney and Fred who?
- Goldrock: [about Larry Lava] How's that for beautiful? I ask you, C.W., is that not beautiful?
- C.W. Crater: Not interested in beauty, Goldrock. Not his, anyway. Interested in ratings and if they get any lower, I'll have to go underground to read them.
- Barney Rubble: Boy, Fred, it's sure swell of us to give the girls another chance at barbecuing.
- Fred Flintstone: I warned Wilma if she's gonna burn anything tonight, it better be her mother's picture. Steaks are too expensive.
- Betty Rubble: Oh, uh, Wilma, Barney got some beautiful pictures of you and Fred and the dinosaur. You want to come over later and see them?
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, oh, oh, honey, no, thanks. If there is one subject we never mention in this house... you just mentioned it.
- Betty Rubble: I'll never wash this hand again. It accidentally touched Larry Lava.
- Wilma Flintstone: [giggles] How did it feel?
- Betty Rubble: Like a star!
- [when Fred is ordered to wrestle a dinosaur]
- Wilma Flintstone: I get it, Betty. It's our letter. They're making Fred do everything we said he could do, that he can't.
- Barney Rubble: So far, Fred's doing all the work. Some he-man, that Larry Lava.
- Betty Rubble: Yeah, I may wash my hand after all.
- [after Wilma burns another steak]
- Fred Flintstone: Wilma ought to have a long talk with Smokey the Bear.
- Fred Flintstone: Wilma! Betty! We're home!
- Barney Rubble: Uh-oh. Hey, Fred.
- Fred Flintstone: [to the wives] You can bring out the steaks now.
- Barney Rubble: Hey, hey, Fred. Uh, uh, look here, Fred.
- Fred Flintstone: What the...
- [walks over to the grill and the burnt meat]
- Fred Flintstone: How do you like that? Anybody else would use charcoal, but not our wives.They make a fire out of old shoes.
- Barney Rubble: Uh, uh, look again, Fred.
- Fred Flintstone: Huh? Huh? Oh, no! No!
- Barney Rubble: I, uh, hate to say anything, Fred, but, uh, I think we were supposed to eat this old shoe.
- Fred Flintstone: You mean, this was once our tender, juicy... WILMA!
- Stoneheart: Places, everybody. Uh, you all set, Joe?
- Joe: Uh, check, boss.
- Stoneheart: Get a shot of that big funny-looking thing over there.
- [Joe points the camera on Fred]
- Joe: Right, boss. Uh, how's that?
- Stoneheart: Let me take a look.
- [sees Fred through the camera]
- Stoneheart: I, uh, I meant the other funny-looking thing, Joe.
- Joe: Oh.
- [chuckles and points the camera on a tiki statue]
- Joe: Uh, there. There we go.
- Stoneheart: That's better. Shoot it.
- Joe: I, uh, think the other one was funnier, but, uh, you are the boss.
- Wilma Flintstone: [on the phone] I'm terribly sorry, but that's just the way it is.
- Fred Flintstone: [from outside] On the telephone. That's the last straw.
- Wilma Flintstone: We appreciate the trip to Hawaii, Mr. Crater.
- Fred Flintstone: She's talking to that sponsor.
- Wilma Flintstone: I'm terribly flattered that you want to build a show around me.
- Fred Flintstone: [enters the house] Build a show around Wilma?
- Wilma Flintstone: Of course. I'm honored that you and Mr. Goldrock think you could make me a star.
- Fred Flintstone: Wilma, they're trying to take you from me!
- Wilma Flintstone: No, no. The way I look at it, I am a star. I'm Mrs. Fred Flintstone and that's good enough billing for me. Heh, heh. No, you'll just have to find yourself another girl with spunk and fire. Fire! Oh, my gosh! The steaks! Uh, goodbye, Mr. Crater. Happy ratings.
- [Wilma rushes to the door only to find Fred already standing there with the burnt steak]
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, Fred, I did it again. I burned your steak.
- Fred Flintstone: Yes, Wilma, and you know what I'm going to do about it?
- Wilma Flintstone: What?
- Fred Flintstone: [chuckles] I'm gonna take you out and buy you the biggest dinner you ever had, you living doll, you!
- [Fred carries Wilma outside]
- Wilma Flintstone: [giggles] Oh, Fred, I should burn your steaks more often!
- Fred Flintstone: Burn steaks, fight dinosaurs. Do anything you want, Wilma. As long as you're Mrs. Fred Flintstone, it's okay with me!