Barney: Hey, Fred, Fred! There's a boulevard stop coming up!
Fred: Barney, my eyesight is as good as yours, and I can see that stop sign as plain as you. So I'll ask you to stop being a back-seat driver, or I'll--
(Fred, not paying attention, drives through the stop sign and hits Rock Quarry's car)
Fred: What's the matter with you, mister?! Why don't you put your hand out when you're making a left turn?!
Rock Quarry: A left turn? I was going straight.
Fred: Look, Buster, you're at fault, and I can prove it. I got a disinterested witness here...my neighbor and best friend, Barney Rubble. Tell him, Barney buddy. Tell him just how it happened.
Barney: You drove through a boulevard stop, Fred, and hit that man's car.
Fred: What did I tell you? Right through the boulevard stop and--(realizes what Barney just said)
Barney: And you hit that man's car.
Fred: (chuckles nervously) I-I don't understand. It, uh...It, uh...It wasn't there yesterday. Heh, heh. It could happen to anyone.