Fred: Wilma, honey, I can explain everything.
Wilma: You don't have to explain. Mr. Slate told us all about those clumsy waiters. Were you hurt?
Fred: Hurt? Why...uh, uh, well...
Barney: Uh, uh, we went into shock.
Fred: Yeah, yeah, that's right. We found ourselves wandering down the road.
Wilma: Oh, you poor dears. We'll get you right home and take care of you. Incidentally, Mr. Slate paid the check.
Fred: Well, that was darn nice of him.
Barney: Boy, that's good news.
Betty: He said he'd take it out of Fred's salary, a little each week.
Fred: He always was a...cheapskate!