Fred: Well, here we are.
(The Flintstones arrive in a dark sub-basement)
Wilma: Welcome to the black hole of Calcutta.
Fred: It's probably just a burned out light.
Wilma: Why don't you call the janitor and have him fix it?
Fred: Yeah, I'll do that the first thing in the morn--all right, Wilma. Nobody likes a smart aleck.