Don Messick credited as playing...
Arnold
- [Fred wants to cancel his newspaper]
- Arnold: Uh, you'd like to pay me what you owe me, sir?
- Fred Flintstone: Of course. How much is it?
- Arnold: $22.12
- Fred Flintstone: $22?
- Arnold: That's right, Mr. Flintstone. You haven't paid me for a long time. You kept saying, ''Put it on my bill. Put it on my bill.''
- Fred Flintstone: I didn't know it was so much.
- Wilma Flintstone: Hey, boys, open up. We want to speak to you.
- Arnold: [from inside his clubhouse] Go on, beat it. No girls allowed.
- Wilma Flintstone: Much as I hate to admit it, we're not girls.
- Betty Rubble: We're women.
- Arnold: Women? Those are the worst kind of girls.
- Arnold: I can't play anymore, Mr. Flintstone. You can pay me now.
- Fred Flintstone: I cannot. I don't carry that kind of dough on me. Don't you trust me?
- Arnold: Sure, I trust you, Mr. Flintstone, because you're a real sport and a real sport never welches. He may not pay for his newspapers, but a wager to a real sport is a debt of honor.
- Fred Flintstone: Where do these kids pick up this stuff?