“Wilma Flintstone: [after the wives realize the guys' deception] State of shock, huh?
Fred Flintstone: Wilma, no, no, not in the head! [gets clobbered]
Wilma Flintstone: Try that while you're 'poor, sick' at home!
Betty Rubble: [mumbles something hard to understand, but definitely angry]
Barney Rubble: Betty, Betty, not with the bowling ball! [gets clobbered]”
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