Barney Rubble:
Say, Fred, ain't it time for the big fight?
Fred Flintstone:
Hey-hey, I'm glad you remembered! You fix the chairs. I'll get the soda and popcorn.
Wilma Flintstone:
I didn't know there was a fight scheduled.
Barney Rubble:
[while moving two chairs over to the window looking into the neighbors' home]
You kiddin'? Tonight's for the championship. Oh, it should be a real grudge bout.
Betty Rubble:
Heavyweight or lightweight?
Barney Rubble:
Both. A heavyweight versus a lightweight.
Wilma Flintstone:
Why are you putting the chairs over there by the window? The TV set is here.
Fred Flintstone:
This is not on TV. It's a closed-circuit.
Betty Rubble:
But who's fighting?
Barney Rubble:
The new neighbors - Mrs. and Mr. Brickrock.
Wilma Flintstone:
Fred! You don't intend to eavespeep?
Fred Flintstone:
Ho-ho-hoooo, I wouldn't miss tonight's bout for anything. Those two have been putting on the greatest fight of the century. Last night's bout was a doozy. Did you ever hear such hysterics? All that screaming and shrieking in that high voice?
Barney Rubble:
Yeah, I thought he'd never stop!
Betty Rubble:
Oh, that's terrible! You mean that meek little man hit's his wife?
Fred Flintstone:
No-o-o, in the last three bouts, he didn't even lay a glove on her. He's strictly a defensive fighter.
Barney Rubble:
You'd think she'd let him win once in a while just to keep up his interest.
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