The Flintstones

Worker 1: Come on, you lazy Cro-Magnon! Worker 2: Ohh! Foreman: Hey! Back to work! You guys had a break two days ago! Come on, now! Worker: Come on, Sheba! That's my big girl! 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? Miss Sharon Stone: Because you lied on your resume? 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 Rocapulco... With Mr. Slate's fortune to keep us company. Miss 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. Fred Flintstone: YABBA-DABBA-DOO!!! The BC-52's: [singing] Flintstones<br>Meet the Flintstones<br>They're a modern Stone Age family<br>From the town of Bedrock<br>They're a page right out of history<br>Let's ride with the family down the street<br>Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet<br

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Airplane Pilot: We'll have a gay old time the captain has just turned on the seat belt sign... Signaling our descent into the Bedrock area. On your left, you'll be able to see the Grand Canyon in about 15,000,000 years. Chorus: K-A-V-E<br>Radio Bedrock Announcer: Hey! The KAVE accu-forecast for tonight calls for light seismic activity. And a 20 percent chance of meteor showers. Quick traffic update, due to lava flows, Highway One will be closed... Forever! Chorus: K-A-V-E<br>Molten Oldie Fred and Barney: Sow belly, pot of beans<br>Tie a rope around your jeans<br>Tell your mom not to wait<br>You ain't coming home too late<br>Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah<br>Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah<br>Twitch<br>There's a town I know where the hipsters go called Bedrock<br>Twitch, twitch<br>When you get that itch you can do the Twitch<br>In Bedrock<br>Twitch, twitch Fred Flintstone: 'Cause the Twitch is finebr<br>Have yourself a time<br>In Bedrock Barney Rubble: Drum solo! Fred Flintstone: Hey! Watch it, will ya?

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Dino: Huh? Fred Flintstone: Wilma! I'm home! No, Dino! No, no! No, Dino! Bad boy! Bad dog! Good doggie! Bad Dino breath. Wilma Flintstone: Fred! Do you have to get Dino so wound up when you come home? Fred Flintstone: It's not my fault. Maybe he'd calm down if we had him fixed! Dino: What? Fred Flintstone: Here comes the big Daddysaurus! Wilma Flintstone: How was your day, dear? Fred Flintstone: I think my Brontocrane's pregnant again. I tell ya, you forget to lock her up one Saturday night... Wilma Flintstone: Comfortable, Fred? Fred Flintstone: On my way. All I need's a brew and a good scratch. Which one do you want to do first? Wilma Flintstone: It does my heart good to see you relaxing after a hard day at the quarry. Fred Flintstone: I'm telling you, I married the pick of the litter. Wilma Flintstone: Fred, our garbage disposal has been acting up a lot lately, so I decided that it was time to buy a new one. But when I went to take money out of our savings account... Guess what? Fre

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Woman: Wait! Come on, honey! Driver: Watch your step. Woman: Sit down. Driver: All right, all together, folks. Wilma Flintstone: Betty, sit down and relax. Betty Rubble: Oh, I can't, Wilma. It just hit me. From now on, I'll be spending 24 hours a day attending to the every need of a helpless little boy. Then again, maybe it won't be such a big adjustment after all. Wilma Flintstone: Fred! And promise you won't say anything like you did when you saw my sister's baby. Fred Flintstone: The kid had a tail. Was I supposed to pretend I didn't notice? Mrs. Pyrite: Hello, Mommy and Daddy! I have someone who wants to meet you! Barney Rubble: Well, it's not exactly what we pictured, but... We'll love him like he was our own. Mrs. Pyrite: No, no, no. This little fellow belongs to the Hendersons. So glad you'll be nursing. Wilma Flintstone: Congratulations. Mrs. Pyrite: Mr. and Mrs. Rubble, this is your little boy. Betty Rubble: Barney, isn't he precious? Fred Flintstone: Precious? They'd have bee

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Fred Flintstone: Ohh! No. Pearl Slaghoople: Look at him. Drunk as a skunkosaurus. Fred Flintstone: Aaaah! Wilma Flintstone: Mother, I can handle this. Fred Flintstone: What's that old fossil doing here? Did the tar pits back up again? Pearl Slaghoople: Well, somebody has to be here looking after my daughter and grandchild... While you're out carousing 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 got half a mind... Pearl Slaghoople: Oh, don't flatter yourself. Fred Flintstone: That's it! Where's my club, Wilma? Pearl Slaghoople: You just try it, fatso! Fred Flintstone: If you was a man, I'd knock you... Wilma Flintstone: Enough! Mother! Fred! You two should be ashamed of yourselves! Pearl Slaghoople: I've got my hands full just being ashamed of him. Fr

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Man: Hey, what's the special? Bird: This job sucks. Joe Rockhead: What you got today? Hoagie: Lizard and onions. Want half? Joe Rockhead: Sure. Barney Rubble: You know, Fred, I hear that eatin' too much red meat is bad for you. Fred Flintstone: What a load of bunk. My father ate it every day of his life, he lived to the ripe old age of 38. Cliff Vandercave: Your attention please. May I have your attention! I have a very important announcement to make. Barney Rubble: You found out why the guys in pit six are losing their hair? Cliff Vandercave: Yes! And we are currently in the process of refuting the results of that investigation. But today I am here to formally announce the creation of Slate and Company's executive placement program. Hold your questions, please. That's right, this Saturday an aptitude test will be given, granting one of you the opportunity to crawl out of the primordial ooze and be somebody. A vice president at Slate and Company, with an obscene salary and a shiny name

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