- [Fred is showing his home movies]
- Fred Flintstone: That's Pebbles waving hello. Isn't she cute? Now she's waving goodbye. Now here's another shot waving hello. Here's another shot waving goodbye. Here's a real close-up waving hello.
- Wilma Flintstone: Hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye. I don't know whether I'm coming or going.
- Betty Rubble: Yeah, all those waves are making me seasick.
- Fred Flintstone: Hiya, folks. We're back.
- Wilma Flintstone: Fred. Did you get a good deal on your movie equipment?
- Fred Flintstone: I'll say. I traded it in for this.
- [Fred pulls out a recorder]
- Betty Rubble: A tape recorder!
- Fred Flintstone: Right, just listen to this.
- [Fred plays the recorder]
- Pebbles Flintstone: [on the recorder] Goo, goo, gaga, gagy, goo, goo.
- Fred Flintstone: I recorded that when Pebbles and I were in the store. Here's what she said on the way home.
- [Fred continues the recording]
- Pebbles Flintstone: [on the recorder] Goo, goo, gaga, gagy, goo, goo.
- Fred Flintstone: And that's only the beginning. Into the microphone, sweetheart.
- Pebbles Flintstone: Goo, goo, gaga, gagy, goo, goo.
- Betty Rubble: Don't worry, Wilma. It'll pass... I hope.
- [after grabbing a Whistlerock's Mother-in-law painting]
- Fingers: That's the one. Uh, here you are, Boss.
- Boss: That's the one, all right. It's worth a fortune. Let's go, Fingers. We ain't got all day.
- Fingers: [looks at a Mona Lisa painting] Duh, hey, Boss, how about this one? Uh, Da Vinci.
- Boss: Leave it. It'll never be worth anything.
- Fred Flintstone: Hey, Wilma, how about another tall, cold cactus juice?
- Wilma Flintstone: Right away, dear. Just as soon as I serve Betty some more cold slab.
- Betty Rubble: No, thanks. Not another bite. I've got to watch my figure.
- Barney Rubble: Well, don't worry, honey. I've been watching it and it's not bad at all.
- Wilma Flintstone: It's the truth, Betty, so help me.
- Betty Rubble: I still can't believe it. Fred out selling all his home movie equipment.
- Barney Rubble: How did you do it, Wilma? How did you get him to give up his hobby?
- Wilma Flintstone: Psychology, Barney. I simply told him that if he showed one more film, I'd hit him over the head with his movie camera.
- Police Officer: Now, don't take any chances, men. They could still be dangerous.
- [the police rush into Fred's home to apprehend the criminals]
- Police Officer: Give up, you art thieves! We got you cornered! Huh?
- [the police find the crooks tied up on the couch and forced to watch Fred's home movies]
- Fred Flintstone: And this is Pebbles when she was only two months old. Cootchie, cootchie, coo! Isn't she something, fellas?
- Boss: [whining] Yeah, I've never seen anything like it.
- Fingers: Duh, yeah, you can say that again.
- Fred Flintstone: Look, look, look, there she is crawling up some...
- Police Officer: Say, what is this? A midnight matinee?
- Boss: The cops! Thank goodness!
- Police Officer: What did he say?
- Fingers: Oh, please take us away! Duh, no more home movies!
- Boss: We'll confess! We'll return the painting!
- Fingers: Yeah, put us in solitary! Give us bread and water! Anything!
- Boss: Just get us out of here! We're cracking up!
- Fred Flintstone: [still playing his home movies] Just look at that, Pebbles is counting her fingers. One, two, three little fingers. Four, five.
- [the police take the art thieves away]
- Boss: [sobbing] Oh, thank goodness! Thank goodness you came for us!
- Police Officer: Take them away, boys, and be gentle. They've suffered enough already.