- Fred Flintstone: [Blustering after Mr. Loudrock drops the stone wall on his legs trapping his bare feet on Loudrock's side of the wall] Alright, YOU asked for it, I'M GONNA...
- [Whimpering/Dreading when he realizes Loudrock is about to tickle his trapped feet]
- Fred Flintstone: Oh no... Oh you wouldn't do THAT... N-No... You wouldn't TICKLE MY FEET, would ya?
- Mr. Loudrock: [Evilly, tickling Fred's trapped bare foot with his finger] COOTCHEE... COOTCHEE... COO!
- Fred Flintstone: [laughing helplessly] AH-HO-HO-HO! AH-HAHAHAHAHAA! OH NOO! NO, NO! STOP!
- [laughing hysterically]
- Fred Flintstone: AH-HOOH! AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAA! OOH S-STOP IT! AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!
- Fred Flintstone: You keep that Mata Hari dog away from my innocent Dino!
- Mr. Loudrock: She's not here, fatso! I sent her to the vet for a checkup - so beat it... fatso!
- Fred Flintstone: Nobody calls me fatso! Put 'em up! Put 'em up!
- Mr. Loudrock: I just hope my dog wasn't scared by your face. If her pups look like you... she might have a trauma.
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah, well how would you like a trauma to the jaw?
- Mr. Loudrock: Just try it, fatso!
- Fred Flintstone: [struggling to control himself] Don't call me fatso!
- Fred Flintstone: It's only fair to warn you, I know karate.
- Mr. Loudrock: Karate?
- [lifts up the fence]
- Mr. Loudrock: Never heard of him. Does he live in the neighborhood, too?