The Jetsons Meet the Flintstones

Jane Jetson:
Where's your father?

Elroy Jetson:
You're standing on him.

George Jetson:
That's grass. I read about it in ancient history.

Fred Flintstone:
It's the time machine, Mr Spacely - It's kaputt!

Barney Rubble:
Yeah, and they can't kaputt it back together again!

Mr. Spacely:
Jetson, there's a leak around here and I want it stopped.

George Jetson:
Yes, sir. I know a very good plumber: Mr. Skywrench.

Mr. Spacely:
An *industrial* leak, you molecule brain! And don't play innocent with me, Jetson. I have my suspicions where that leak is coming from, and it's you!

George Jetson:
Me?

Mr. Spacely:
How else can I explain Cogswell stealing every major project I come up with right from under my nose?

George Jetson:
Well, I... I... I...

Mr. Spacely:
Darn right it's you, you, you!

George Jetson:
But sir...

Mr. Spacely:
I spent a fortune romancing General Blackhole just to get that secret contract to the Interstellar Lunar Probe. Nobody else knew it existed, but are they using Spacely Sprockets? No! They're using Cogswell Cogs!

George Jetson:
How do you suppose Mr. Cogswell got wind of it, Mr. Spacely?

Mr. Spacely:
From a windbag like you, Jetson!

R.U.D.I.:
No, no...

Mr. Spacely:
[to R.U.D.I] I told you to butt out!

[R.U.D.I. tunes out]

Mr. Spacely:
Cogswell's beaten me out of every one of my secret projects, from the Lunar Probe to the Humphrey Bogar Lookalike sprocket for the nostalgia buffs.

R.U.D.I.:
[tuning in momentarily] Too bad, sweetheart.

George Jetson:
Uh, what can we do, boss?

Mr. Spacely:
Not me, you, Jetson! You want to clear your name? Then find out how Cogswell's getting his information.

George Jetson:
[gasp] You mean, *spy*? Are you suggesting I spy on him, Mr. Spacely?

Mr. Spacely:
Either that or you're fired.

George Jetson:
Spying isn't a bad suggestion when you put it that way, sir.

Mr. Spacely:
Good.

[to R.U.D.I]

Mr. Spacely:
Now you can sympathize with him, nosy.

[he leaves]

Wilma Flintstone:
[calling out to Jane] I love your dress!

Jane Jetson:
[calling back] Why, thank you!

George Jetson:
[Watching Dino and Astro interfering in pig catching contest] Astro Watch out!

Fred Flintstone:
No Dino No.

George Nate Slate:
[after he knocks Barney wig off] Rubble!

George Nate Slate:
Hold on you phony! Barney Rubble is your girlfriend?

Fred Flintstone:
Oh After all these years sir, I can't believe you're not a Woman.

George Nate Slate:
[Rips Fred's Moustache off] Well can you believe your both fired Flintstone?

Fred Flintstone:
Oh!

Mr. Slate:
Flintstone, You, Rubble, and Your weirdo Cousin GET OUT OF MY SIGHT FOREVER!

Barney:
Uh, Fred, does this mean we're fired again?

Fred:
GRRR!