Wilma Flintstone: Now, try not to hit the fence this morning. Your judgment of distance has been very bad lately.
Fred Flintstone: Why don't you go back to bed and leave the driving to me? "Just don't hit the fence." Oh, boy. I happened to nick the fence yesterday. I'll never hear the end of it.
[Fred drives off and accidentally crashes into the fence]
Wilma Flintstone: Fred! Are you all right?
Fred Flintstone: Yeah, I'm all right, and I hope you're satisfied with what you've done.
Wilma Flintstone: [rushes to Fred] What did I do?
Fred Flintstone: You jinxed me, that's what you did. "Don't hit the fence, don't hit the fence," you tell me.
Wilma Flintstone: [sarcastically] All right, Fred. I'm sorry I knocked the fence down.
Fred Flintstone: Okay, but hereafter, watch it.