Flintstones

Fred Flintstone:
Yabba dabba doo!

Barney Rubble:
You're afraid to tell Wilma, aren't you?

Fred Flintstone:
Afraid? Now let's get this straight, Rubble, I don't need permission from my wife to make a decision. In my cave, I reign supreme, *SUPREME*.

Barney Rubble:
I won't tell her, Fred.

Fred Flintstone:
Thanks pal.

Fred Flintstone:
I'm only one man.

Barney Rubble:
Not from the back.

Betty Rubble:
Barney, do you have to do everything Fred does?

Fred Flintstone:
I just want my old job back and my old life. Oh and two weeks paid vacation for all the workers in the quarry, an annual cost-of-living increase, and those little packets of ketchup in the lunch room.

Wilma:
I cannot believe you just sat there and let them walk out on us.

Fred Flintstone:
At least I can walk around the house in my underwear again.

Wilma:
And that is more important to you than 30 years of friendship?

Fred Flintstone:
It is on a hot day.

Cliff Vandercave:
Do you know what we do up here?

Fred Flintstone:
Well me and the guys have always wondered.

Cliff Vandercave:
We interface, Flintstone, we conceptualize, tenderize, prioritize.

Fred Flintstone:
When do we eat?

Grizzled Man:
Wait, do you know this guy?

Barney Rubble:
No, he used to be my best friend. Heck if it weren't for me, this whole mess probably wouldn't have happened.

Grizzled Man:
Thanks for telling us. We could've made a very big mistake. Hang both of them!

Cliff Vandercave:
I want you to fire Bernard Rubble.

Fred Flintstone:
Done! Wait, fire Barney, why?

Cliff Vandercave:
Well he scored the lowest on the company aptitude test. He's an imbosile. The company can't afford to have dead weight like him on the payroll.

Fred Flintstone:
But Mr. Vandercave, he's got a new kid, a mortgage, I'm his best friend, I can't.

Cliff Vandercave:
Look, Fred, if you don't fire him, I will, and then I'll fire you.

Sharon Stone:
can I get you anything? Coffee?

Fred Flintstone:
Sure.

Sharon Stone:
How would you like it?

Fred Flintstone:
In a cup?

Sharon Stone:
Bold choice, Mr. Flintstone!

Fred Flintstone:
Barney Rubble has been my neighbor, my lodge brother and my best friend since the first time I went through the fifth grade.

Fred Flintstone:
Hey, Barn, you like your steak rare?

Barney Rubble:
Yeah.

Fred Flintstone:
That one's yours.

Cliff Vandercave:
Son of a Brachiosaurus!

Barney Rubble:
It's like a dream come true. A son. Somebody to carry on the proud name of Rubble. 'Think I'll be a good daddy, Fred?

Fred Flintstone:
Well you're bound to find something you're good at.

Pearl Slaghoople:
Somebody has to look after my daughter and grandchild, while you're out corrausing with a bunch of neanderthals.

Fred Flintstone:
Oh really? Well for your information the lodge no longer accepts neanderthals.

Pearl Slaghoople:
He robs your nest egg to bail out that little troll next door, while my daughter has to wash her clothes in the river.

Fred Flintstone:
I've got half a mind...!

Pearl Slaghoople:
Oh don't flatter yourself.

Betty Rubble:
Oh Barney isn't he precious?

Fred Flintstone:
Precious? They'd have been better off with the monkey.

Wilma Flintstone:
Fred!

Betty Rubble:
Does he have a name?

Barney Rubble:
Is that shot for something?

Betty Rubble:
Really? What's that?

Fred Flintstone:
Sorry I'm late. Had car trouble, I picked up a nail.

Mr. Slate:
Thank you for sharing that with us, Mr. Flagstone. May we continue?

Wilma Flintstone:
We have scrimped and saved for that money and everytime we get a little bit ahead you have to go blow it on some hair brained scheme.

Fred Flintstone:
Now see here, Wilma! In this cave, *I* AM THE KING! AND...

Wilma Flintstone:
And what...? Fred!

Fred Flintstone:
And you have every right to know, my queen.

Fred Flintstone:
We'll make new friends, there's 4,000 other people in this world!

Fred Flintstone:
Barney, quick, what's my name?

Barney Rubble:
Fred Flintstone!

Fred Flintstone:
Don't toy with me, Barn.

Barney Rubble:
So, Fred, what am I gonna call you now? Boss? Chief?

Fred Flintstone:
No, simply Your Highness will do.

Fred Flintstone:
Miss Stone, I'd like you to meet my wife, Mrs. Flagstone, and our daughter... uh... uh... isn't she beautiful? My family.

Fred Flintstone:
This is my office? This is my chair?

Cliff Vandercave:
Yeah, not to throw too much at you on your first day but this big thing here is your desk.

Fred Flintstone:
My desk?

Barney Rubble:
Tell me something, Mr. Vice President, what's a graduated inventory plan? How about supply and demand? Hey Fred, what's two and two?

Fred Flintstone:
...I didn't come here to talk business. I'm out with my wife. Now get me a clean spoon.

Fred Flintstone:
Take a memo. Cliff, let's play golf. We can prioritize, conceptualize and tenderize. Executively yours, Fred Fliiii -

Dictabird:
Are there six or seven I's in 'Fliiii - '?

Cliff Vandercave:
Look at those pathetic worms burrowing their lives away. Do you know why I'm up here and they're down there, Miss Stone?

Sharon Stone:
Because you lied on your résumé?

Cliff Vandercave:
No. Because I have vision, and right now I have a vision of you and me dripping with coconut oil on a beach in Rockapulco with Mr. Slate's fortune to keep us company.

Sharon Stone:
I'm glad we see eye to eye.

Cliff Vandercave:
And somewhere down there is the ignorant stooge who will make all my schemes come true.

Sharon Stone:
I'm worried, Cliff, I think Mr. Flintstone is smarter than we thought.

Cliff Vandercave:
Ha. He'd have to be to get himself dressed in the morning.

Mr. Slate:
Gentlemen, please, I can't endorse this modernization if it means laying off all those workers. Some of them have been here since the beginning of time.

Cliff Vandercave:
What if I could quadruple your income?

Mr. Slate:
I'll miss them. You were saying?

Cliff Vandercave:
Through the miracle of geothermal power, the raw material is elevated to the second stage where our steam powered conveyer belts carry...

Cliff Vandercave:
*Steam* powered conveyer belts, carry the product...

Betty Rubble:
You know, Barney, life is funny. One minute people are your best friends, and the next you're fantasizing they're being ripped apart by a pack of rabid wolves.

Barney Rubble:
You too, huh?

Betty Rubble:
One day we'll look back on this and we're gonna laugh.

Barney Rubble:
Gee I hope so, Betty. Because tomorrow they got me testing shark repellent.