- Rosencave: [reads the king's note] "I took ye bed sheet and slid me down and now tonight I'm on ye town."
- Gildenstone: You know something? As a poet, he should stick to being king.
- King of Stonesylvania: I need to go out and have some fun. A little relaxation once in a while. All work and no play makes the king a dull boy.
- Rosencave: But think of your responsibilities, Your Majesty.
- Gildenstone: Think of all your subjects who love you.
- [a knife shoots by, pinning the king's crown to the wall]
- King of Stonesylvania: Oh, yes? How do you explain this? This happens at least 10 times every day.
- Rosencave: But, sire...
- King of Stonesylvania: There's only one thing I am grateful for, there isn't a single good knife thrower in my whole kingdom.
- Barney Rubble: Hey, Fred.
- [laughs]
- Barney Rubble: How was it when you were actually the king? How did it feel, boy?
- Fred Flintstone: Well, I'll tell you, Barney, I'd never trade places with him. I'd rather be a king in my own castle with Wilma as my queen any day of the week.
- Rosencave: There you are. A check for a cool 3,000 Stonesylvania krupecs.
- Fred Flintstone: Stonesylvania krupecs?
- Gildenstone: That's right. Solid as the government itself.
- Barney Rubble: Wowwee! How much is that in Bedrock money?
- Gildenstone: Bedrock money? Well, at the current rate of exchange, I'd say about $3.95.
- Fred Flintstone: $3.00 and...
- Wilma Flintstone: 95 cents?
- Rosencave: That's right. 3.95 in cold, hard cash, and it's all yours, Flintstone. What do you say to that?
- Fred Flintstone: Well, gee, I guess there's only one thing I can say: The rotskin spotskin motskin in the plotskin!