You'd think she'd let him win once in a while just to keep up his interest

Barney Rubble:

Say, Fred, ain't it time for the big fight? Fred Flintstone:
Hey-hey, I'm glad you remembered! You fix the chairs. I'll get the soda and popcorn. Wilma Flintstone:
I didn't know there was a fight scheduled. Barney Rubble:
[while moving two chairs over to the window looking into the neighbors' home]
You kiddin'? Tonight's for the championship. Oh, it should be a real grudge bout. Betty Rubble:
Heavyweight or lightweight? Barney Rubble:
Both. A Heavyweight versus a lightweight. Wilma Flintstone:
Why are you putting the chairs over there by the window? The TV set is here. Fred Flintstone:
This is not on TV. It's a closed-circuit. Betty Rubble:
But who's fighting? Barney Rubble:
The new neighbors - Mrs. and Mr. Brickrock. Wilma Flintstone:
Fred! You don't intend to eavespeep? Fred Flintstone:
Ho-ho-hoooo, I wouldn't miss Tonight's bout for anything. Those two have been putting on the greatest fight of the century. Last night's bout was a doozy. Did you ever hear such hysterics? All that screaming and shrieking in that high voice? Barney Rubble:
Yeah, I thought he'd never stop! Betty Rubble:
Oh, that's terrible! You mean that meek little man hit's his wife? Fred Flintstone:
No-o-o, in the last three bouts, he didn't even lay a glove on her. He's strictly a defensive fighter. Barney Rubble:
You'd think she'd let him win once in a while just to keep up his interest