- Fred Flintstone: Uh, it's funny, Wilma and I were just talking about how time flies.
- Wilbur Terwilligerock: Really?
- Fred Flintstone: Yep. We've been married now 10 happy years.
- Wilbur Terwilligerock: 9½. I remember the wedding invitation.
- Fred Flintstone: Well, closer to 10 than 9. By the way, uh, you married?
- Wilbur Terwilligerock: No.
- Fred Flintstone: Must be awful dull for a bachelor to take out a married woman.
- Wilbur Terwilligerock: Matter of fact, I find them FAR more interesting.
- Fred Flintstone: Honey bun, you know that spotted glink stole you've been wanting so long? I'm gonna buy that for you first thing in the morning.
- Wilma Flintstone: Why, darling, how nice.
- Fred Flintstone: You're entitled after 10 happy years.
- Perfume Bird: Awk! For the last time, it's 9½.
- [after disguising Barney as a woman]
- The Great Gazoo: Voila. A beautiful... Yuck! Well, you can't win them all.
- [while driving to the bowling alley]
- Barney Rubble: Got to hand it to you, Fred, you old mastermind, you.
- Fred Flintstone: Don't remind me.
- Barney Rubble: But you really outdid yourself tonight.
- [Gazoo appears]
- The Great Gazoo: Don't remind him. That's just what he's afraid of.
- Wilma Flintstone: [to Wilbur] I haven't seen you since Fred and I were married. How long has it been?
- Fred Flintstone: 10 happy years.
- Wilbur Terwilligerock: 9½.
- Fred Flintstone: You were right, Barn. My mind is on Wilma and that Wilbur character.
- Barney Rubble: Well, I wouldn't worry, Fred. After all, you and Wilma have been married 9½ years.
- Fred Flintstone: Closer to 10.
- Barney Rubble: Yeah, yeah, closer to 10. She knows what you've done for her and what she can expect in the future. Knowing all this, what more can Wilbur possibly represent when she's dancing in his arms?
- Fred Flintstone: Wilma! Don't leave me! I'm coming!
- Fred Flintstone: You know, honey, I was just thinking, we've been married now 10 years.
- Wilma Flintstone: Not quite. 9½.
- Fred Flintstone: Well, closer to 10 than 9.
- [Fred goes to the refrigerator for a snack, but the moment he opens it, Gazoo hits him in the face with a pie]
- Fred Flintstone: Hey, what's the big idea?
- The Great Gazoo: You had that coming, dum-dum, for acting like such a knucklehead to a sweet girl like Wilma.
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, yeah? Well, let me tell you something, you... y-you... uh...
- [chuckles]
- Fred Flintstone: You're right. You're right. I deserved it, and I'm gonna march right back in and I'm gonna apologize to Wilma this minute.
- The Great Gazoo: Well, maybe there's hope for you yet.
- Fred Flintstone: [chuckles] You know something, old pal, you're a pretty good guy after all.
- The Great Gazoo: So are you, dum-dum. So are you.
- The Great Gazoo: Need some help, dum-dums?
- Fred Flintstone: Gazoo!
- The Great Gazoo: In the, if you'll pardon the expression, spirit.
- Fred Flintstone: Say, maybe we can get some use out of you after all. You see that big phony in there dancing with Wilma? The guy with the big smile?
- The Great Gazoo: You mean that handsome brute?
- Barney Rubble: Yeah, yeah. That's him.
- Fred Flintstone: Oh, shut up, Barney! I'll tell him.