Alan Reed credited as playing...
Fred Flintstone
- Fred Flintstone: Now will you stop with that losing complex, Wilma? If a genius like Norman Rockbind says you got it, you've got it. He's never wrong.
- Wilma Flintstone: Well, maybe he's wrong this time.
- Fred Flintstone: He can't be. It's in his contract.
- Barney Rubble: Fred, Wilma, I just dropped over to tell you...
- Fred Flintstone: Ssh! We want to see the Rockbind show.
- Wilma Flintstone: Just the commercial. We want to see whose hands they're using.
- Barney Rubble: But that's...
- Fred Flintstone: Ssh! Quiet! It's just starting.
- Spokesman: [on TV] And now Playhouse Rockbind, brought to you by Softie Skin Lotion. The lotion that makes your hands so soft, they're almost mushy.
- [a pair of hands appear on TV]
- Spokesman: Ladies, you, too, can have lovely hands like this.
- [the woman of the hands is revealed]
- Wilma Flintstone: That's Betty!
- Barney Rubble: That's what I came to tell ya. When you wouldn't take the job, Rockbind saw Betty's hands and...
- Fred Flintstone: She's going to make all that dough?
- Wilma Flintstone: Well, that's one way of getting back the money that Barney put up for my TV debut... that didn't get to happen.
- Barney Rubble: Yeah, Fred, thanks. Thanks for everything. Uh, Betty's getting exactly what it cost me for, uh, you know, them French-ants-in-the-plants stuff.
- Fred Flintstone: [walks off] You're kidding. Betty deserves twice that for filling in at the last minute and I'm going to get Rockbind to cough up or...
- Barney Rubble, Wilma Flintstone: No, you don't, Fred!
- [Fred is grabbed and Wilma and Barney have him pinned down]
- Fred Flintstone: You know, honey, there's something I just discovered.
- Wilma Flintstone: Yes? What?
- Fred Flintstone: You do have nice knuckles.
- [Fred visits the Rubbles, hoping to borrow money]
- Fred Flintstone: Betty? Barney? Oh, Betty?
- Betty Rubble: I'm taking a shower.
- Fred Flintstone: Hmm. I don't hear any water.
- Betty Rubble: You don... Oh, I forgot!
- [Betty turns the shower on]
- Fred Flintstone: Betty, for just a little money...
- Betty Rubble: I can't hear you and we can't spare any!
- Rockbind: Well, what I want you to do, Mrs. Flintstone, for the commercial, our sponsor sells lotion. When I first saw your wife's hand, I knew my search was over. Oh, you're a lucky man, Mr. Flintstone. Your wife has perfect knuckles. Now, my dear, when the camera dollies up close on your hands, just turn your palms slowly, you know, for suspense.
- Fred Flintstone: Hold it. Hooold it! The deal's off, Rockbind! O-R-F, off!
- Rockbind: Off? Are you nuts?
- Fred Flintstone: I told my friends that my wife's going to be on TV. ALL of her, not just her hands.