- [while looking at a picture of Mr. Slate]
- Fred Flintstone: So that's the company's founder, huh?
- Mr. Slate the 80,000th: Yes, my remote ancestor. I'm George Slate the 80,000th. Of course, I didn't know our founder.
- [chuckles]
- Mr. Slate the 80,000th: But they say he was a fine, generous man.
- Fred Flintstone: You sure didn't know him.
- Fred Flintstone: Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we take a drive?
- Wilma Flintstone: A drive?
- Betty Rubble: On a holiday weekend?
- Barney Rubble: Oh, I bet the roads will be jammed.
- Fred Flintstone: What do you mean jammed? There won't be anyone on the road. Everybody's out of town. Come on.
- [later, the Flintstones and the Rubbles are stuck in a traffic jam]
- Betty Rubble: This is awful. We haven't moved for 20 minutes.
- Wilma Flintstone: So, ''There won't be anyone on the road. Everybody's out of town.''
- Fred Flintstone: Well... they are.
- Betty Rubble: Every car on this road is from out of town.
- Fred Flintstone: Mr. Slate, uh, I know this isn't the time or place, Mr. Slate, but I wonder, Mr. Slate, if I could get a little advance on my salary, Mr. Slate.
- Mr. Slate: An advance? Okay. Come on up to my office.
- Fred Flintstone: Ooh, that rock must have hit him harder than I thought.
- [later, in Mr. Slate's office]
- Mr. Slate: Here you are, Flintstone. $4.00.
- Fred Flintstone: Thanks, Mr. Slate. This helps me out a lot.
- Mr. Slate: Oh, think nothing of it, Flintstone. There's just, uh, one little formality.
- Fred Flintstone: Huh?
- Mr. Slate: [pulls out a form] Sign this.
- Fred Flintstone: [signs the form] Uh-huh.
- Mr. Slate: On the other line, too.
- Fred Flintstone: [signs it] Huh?
- Mr. Slate: [pulls out another form] And this.
- [Fred signs the form]
- Mr. Slate: And at the bottom there.
- Fred Flintstone: [signs it] What's all this I'm signing, Mr. Slate?
- Mr. Slate: Like I said, it's just a formality. Uh, this one says you agree to pay me 6% interest. Uh, this one is an insurance policy on your life.
- Fred Flintstone: An insurance policy on my life?
- Mr. Slate: Why, sure. If anything happened to you, the grief alone would be enough to bare. You wouldn't want me to lose my money, too.
- Fred Flintstone: Oooh, forget what I said about that rock.
- [after returning from the future]
- Barney Rubble: I want to thank you, Mr. Gazoo, for a fantastic experience.
- The Great Gazoo: You're welcome, Barney. And how about you, Flintstone? Did you learn anything from your visit to the 21st century?
- Fred Flintstone: I sure did. I'm gonna see Mr. Slate first thing Tuesday and pay back the four bucks I borrowed. That interest could ruin you in a couple of million years.
- Fred Flintstone: Tell me, did you ever hear of an employee named, uh, Flintstone?
- Mr. Slate the 80,000th: Flintstone.
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah, Fred Flintstone. He was one of your founder's most valued employees.
- Mr. Slate the 80,000th: Well, I'll look up the records. It'll only take a moment with this computer.
- [George Slate the 80,000th uses his computer to look up Fred and receives a sheet of paper]
- Mr. Slate the 80,000th: Ah, here we are. Fred Flintstone. Ah, this is interesting
- Fred Flintstone: What does it say?
- Mr. Slate the 80,000th: It says that this fellow Flintstone borrowed $4.00 from the company and never paid it back.
- Fred Flintstone: Really?
- Mr. Slate the 80,000th: And at 6% interest, it now amounts to $23,682,000.
- [Fred gulps]
- Mr. Slate the 80,000th: And 67 cents. Hey, you wouldn't be related to this deadbeat, would you?
- Fred Flintstone: Who? Who? M-Me? Me?
- [chuckles nervously]
- Fred Flintstone: I never heard of him. Wilma!
- [runs away]
- Fred Flintstone: Barney! Betty! Let's get out of here!
- Fred Flintstone: I've always been partial to the four-day week. Nobody ever feels like going to work Monday.
- Barney Rubble: And by Friday, you're exhausted. So you might as well take that off, too, huh?
- Fred Flintstone: [chuckles] Right. The only thing is payday isn't until Wednesday and financially, with me, it's Mayday.
- [Fred stops the car at a level crossing to let a train pass]
- Barney Rubble: Uh, you mean you're a little short, Fred?
- Fred Flintstone: Uh, let me put it this way, Barn: If a war were declared tomorrow, I wouldn't have enough money to buy a paper to find out who's fighting.
- [while stuck in traffic]
- Fred Flintstone: Ah, don't worry. We'll be on our way soon.
- Barney Rubble: I hope so. We've been on the road an hour, I can still see my house.
- Wilma Flintstone: You know, I was just thinking, I have a kitchen full of the latest gadgets, and here I am out in the yard cooking the way they did 100 years ago.