- Ranger: You folks all right?
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah, yeah, thanks. I never heard such thunder.
- [a loud rumble is heard]
- Ranger: That's not thunder. That's dynamite.
- [another loud rumble is heard]
- Ranger: Now THAT'S thunder. Enjoy your vacation.
- [the ranger leaves]
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, sure. Peace and quiet. Wilma, let's go home.
- Wilma Flintstone: Home? But, we can't go, uh, I, um, um, I mean, we shouldn't.
- [the loud rumble is heard again]
- Fred Flintstone: You want to spend a week here listening to that thunder?
- Wilma Flintstone: Dynamite.
- Fred Flintstone: Okay, dynamite!
- [another loud rumble is heard]
- Wilma Flintstone: THAT was thunder.
- Fred Flintstone: It just isn't right, Barney. I gotta stay in my driveway while three strangers live it up in my house.
- Wilma Flintstone: But I promised them and there's nowhere else they can go.
- Barney Rubble: Hey, wait a minute, Fred. I got a great idea. Pull the trailer over, and you can live in MY driveway.
- Fred Flintstone: Hey, you know what I'd really like to do? Stay right here for the whole week.
- Wilma Flintstone: Stay here?
- Fred Flintstone: Sure. We got a nice place. I could have a whole week of peace and quiet right here. What's wrong with that?
- Wilma Flintstone: But, Fred...
- Fred Flintstone: And what's more, the 80 bucks we saved up could go in the bank.
- Wilma Flintstone: I think that's wonderful.
- Fred Flintstone: You do?
- Wilma Flintstone: Absolutely. It's your vacation and you do anything you want.
- Fred Flintstone: Wilma, you are a peach.
- Wilma Flintstone: Take the money down to the bank right now, before you change your mind.
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah, yeah, good idea. Come on, Barney.
- [Fred and Barney leaves]
- Betty Rubble: All right, Wilma, what's going on?
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, it's just that I'm a thoughtful wife, anxious to do anything that pleases my husband.
- Betty Rubble: Mm, sure, and... and then there's the one about Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Come on, tell the truth.
- Wilma Flintstone: Well...
- Betty Rubble: Come on.
- Wilma Flintstone: Well, there's a fur neckpiece in Stack's window and it just happens to cost $80.
- Betty Rubble: [gasps] Wilma Flintstone, you're just terrible! Why couldn't I think of something like that?