Miss Stone: [enters Fred's office] Uhhm! Am I interrupting?
Cliff: Not at all. Fred, I'd like you to meet Miss Sharon Stone. She's going to be your secretary
Fred: My secretary?
Miss Stone: Personal secretary, Mr. Flintstone, that is of course, if you want me.
[Fred's tie rolls up to his chin]
Cliff: Well, then, I the two of you could get better aquainted. [closes the doors]
Fred: You know Miss Stone, I've been signing stacks of these things for weeks now, and I hate to pry, but, what are they?
Miss Stone: Oh, just tiny little forms so that we can pay the contractors working on the modernization.
Fred: You know, (Miss Stone gets annoyed) we remodeled our kitchen a couple of years ago, and let me tell you, contractors can be real pirates. I'm going to read these over.
Miss Stone: [pushes them aside, slides onto his desk] No! You're much too busy for that, Mr. Flintstone, and besides, reading, is my job. You wouldn't want to put poor little old me out of work now would you?
[Wilma and Pebbles walk in the room]
[Miss Stone turns over, revealing her sexy body to Fred and seductively rubs his cheek]
Dictabird: Um, eh, your wife. Your, your wife.
Fred: [while still flirting] My wife? Wilma? [notices Wilma]Wilma! What a surprise!