Fred: Well, there it is, Wilma. The old Rock Mountain Inn. Hasn't changed a bit, has it?
Wilma: (giggles) Ah, I wonder if the desk clerk will remember us.
Fred: After 15 years? Nah.
Desk Clerk: Well, it's you again! How do you do, Mrs. Flintstone? You look exactly like you did, eh, about 15 years ago, wasn't it?
Wilma: (giggles) That's right, and thank you for the compliment.
Desk Clerk: Yes. But who's the fat guy with you? I don't remember him.
Fred: Fat guy? Why, you... I'm Fred Flintstone, her husband.
Desk Clerk: Indeed. My, my. Well, Mr. Flintstone, you look like you've been living off the... (chuckles) fat of the land for 15 years.
Fred: One more crack like that, and you'll be living with a fat lip.