Mr. Slate: The things I do for my rockholders.

Wilma Flintstone: What has happened to your Christmas Spirit, Fred Flintstone?

Fred Flintstone: I'll tell you what happened to it. It's sitting in some pawn show with my watch and wallet.

Fred Flintstone: [in a hospital after a man beat Fred with a Christmas Tree] What next? I've been mummed, insulted, decked with a Christmas Tree...

Barney Rubble: Yes. And now you're gonna have to eat hospital food.