Pearl Slaghoople: Somebody has to look after my daughter and grandchild, while you're out carousing with a bunch of Neanderthals.
Fred Flintstone: Oh, really? Well, for your information, the lodge no longer accepts Neanderthals.
Pearl Slaghoople: He robs your nest egg to bail out that little troll next door, while my daughter has to wash her clothes in the river.
Fred Flintstone: I've got half a mind....
Pearl Slaghoople: Oh, don't flatter yourself.
Cliff Vandercave: I want you to fire Bernard Rubble.
Fred Flintstone: Done! Wait, fire Barney, why?
Cliff Vandercave: Well, he scored the lowest on the company aptitude test. He's an imbecile. The company can't afford to have dead weight like him on the payroll.
Fred Flintstone: But Mr. Vandercave, he's got a new kid, a mortgage, I'm his best friend, I can't.
Cliff Vandercave: Look, Fred, if you don't fire him, I will, and then I'll fire you.
Fred Flintstone: We'll make new friends, there's 4,000 other people in this world.
Wilma Flintstone: We have scrimped and saved for that money, and every time we get a little bit ahead, you have to go blow it on some hair-brained scheme.
Fred Flintstone: Now see here, Wilma! In this cave, I am the king! And.
Wilma Flintstone: And what, Fred?
Fred Flintstone: And you have every right to know, my queen.
Fred Flintstone: Barney Rubble has been my neighbor, my lodge brother and my best friend since the first time I went through the fifth grade.
Dictabird: I should have signed with Disney.
Joe Rockhead: Whatcha got today?
Hoagie: Lizard and onions. Want half?
Joe Rockhead: Sure.
Betty Rubble: Barney, do you have to do everything Fred does?
Cliff Vandercave: Son of a Brachiosaurus.
Sharon Stone: I'm worried, Cliff, I think Mr. Flintstone is smarter than we thought.
Cliff Vandercave: Ha. He'd have to be to get himself dressed in the morning.
Wilma: This has gone far enough! After everything that we've done for you! We took you into our home.
Betty Rubble: Oh, yeah, so you could show off every chance you got. You used to be such nice people but now... you're just a couple of rich snobs! Hmph.
Cliff Vandercave: Through the miracle of geothermal power, the raw material is elevated to the second stage where our steam-powered conveyor belts carry.
Executive in Boardroom: Steam? He's a mad man.
Cliff Vandercave: Steam-powered conveyor belts, carry the product.