- Fred Flintstone: Wilma, honey, I can explain everything.
- Wilma Flintstone: You don't have to explain. Mr. Slate told us all about those clumsy waiters. Were you hurt?
- Fred Flintstone: Hurt? Why, uh, uh, well...
- Barney Rubble: Uh, uh, we went into shock.
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah, yeah, that's right. We found ourselves wandering down the road.
- Wilma Flintstone: Oh, you poor dears. We'll get you right home and take care of you. Incidentally, Mr. Slate paid the check.
- Fred Flintstone: Well, that was darn nice of him.
- Barney Rubble: Boy, that's good news.
- Betty Rubble: He said he'd take it out of Fred's salary, a little each week.
- Fred Flintstone: He always was a...
- [pauses]
- Fred Flintstone: Cheapskate!
- Betty Rubble: Barney, did you order the champagne?
- Barney Rubble: Uh, no. I thought it was a little too expensive.
- [the waiter arrives with champagne]
- Waiter: The champagne you ordered, sir.
- Fred Flintstone: Ooh, boy.
- Barney Rubble: I'm sure I said, ''No, no, no.''
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah, but I, no doubt, said, ''Yes, yes, yes.''