Miss Sharon Stone quotes from The Flintstones (1994)

View Quote [Cliff asks her why the quarry workers are down there and he's up here] Because you lied on your resume.

View Quote I'm glad we eye to eye.

View Quote [Comes in with aptitude test scores] Well, Cliff. The test results are in.

View Quote Believe it not, the one who scored the highest was Fred Flintstone. [Cliff goes on about how dumb he is] He's perfect!

View Quote Mr. Flintstone, I'd like you to know that I enjoy working long hours, late nights, even weekends, so feel free to use me however you see fit.

View Quote Now! Can I get you anything? Coffee?

View Quote [Fred says sure] (seductive whisper) How would you like it?

View Quote [Fred says in a cup] Bold choice Mr. Flintstone. You'll go far in this company.

View Quote Well I've been a bad girl. But you've got to admit, I was very, very good at it. (winks seductively)

View Quote [After finishing the fake requisitioning forms] There! Done!

View Quote [Cliff says Fred is about to embezzled money with them keeping it] We can have Mr. Flintstone sign these right away.

View Quote [After Fred wrecks the model] Oh! What happened here?

View Quote Mr. Flintstone? I sure hope I didn't get you into too much trouble with your wife the other day.

View Quote [to Wilma] I've heard so much about you.

View Quote [after knocking out Cliff] Will there be anything else, Mr. Flintstone?

View Quote Good morning, Mr. Flint... [Fred storms on by angrily]

View Quote [Cliff asks her where she's been] With Fred. I mean, Mr. Flintstone.

View Quote [to Cliff about Fred] I'm worried, Cliff. He's smarter than we thought. [Cliff says he must be to dress himself] He's been asking a lot of questions. I think we should just call the whole thing off.

View Quote [Cliff is suing Fred for embezzlement] (to Fred) You'd better got out of here while you still have a chance.

View Quote [being arrested] Mr. Flintstone? I may not be in on Monday.

View Quote Oh, Cliff? How come there's only one ticket to Rockapulco?

View Quote Forgive me, Cliff.

View Quote Looks like you've thought of everything.

View Quote That's Flintstone's wife.

View Quote Well, Cliff. I guess you haven't thought of everything.

View Quote 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
Meet the Flintstones
They're a modern Stone Age family
From the town of Bedrock
They're a page right out of history
Let's ride with the family down the street
Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet
When you're with the Flintstones
Have a yabba-dabba doo time
A dabba-doo time

View Quote Fred Flintstone: You know, Barn, I've been thinking about this executive job. It's not me. Cooped up inside some swank office all day, kissing the big shot's feet. Not Fred Flintstone. Why, good afternoon, Mr. Vandercave. My, that's a handsome pelt you're wearing today.
Cliff Vandercave: Thank you. Your attention, please! Please take your seats. And welcome. You will have one hour to complete the exam. Please carve all answers with a well-sharpened No. 2 chisel. On behalf of Slate and Company, I want to wish you all the very best of luck. Let's begin.
Fred Flintstone: Eeee! Ohh.
Cliff Vandercave: Chisels down. Please slide your answer slab into the numbered envelope provided and stack them neatly on my desk.
Barney Rubble: Psst! Hey, Fred! How'd you do?
Fred Flintstone: How'd I do? How'd I do?
Barney Rubble: You want me to take that up for you?
Fred Flintstone: Yeah. Thanks, pal.
Barney Rubble: "And I stand before my peers and vow, "I'll pay him back, someday, somehow."
Miss Sharon Stone: Well, Cliff, the test results are in.
Cliff Vandercave: And our unsuspecting dupe is?
Miss Sharon Stone: Believe it or not, the one who scored the highest was Fred Flintstone.
Cliff Vandercave: That big ape?
Miss Sharon Stone: No, the big ape got a 65.
Cliff Vandercave: Flintstone? Oh, this can't be right! He must have cheated. He's dense, he's witless...
Miss Sharon Stone: He's perfect.
Cliff Vandercave: The results of the exam were very competitive, and just because an applicant was not selected... is no indication of lack of ability. I am pleased to announce...
Fred Flintstone: Yeah, I know a kiss-off when I hear one. Let's go, Barn.
Cliff Vandercave: That the newest member of our executive rank is Mr. Fred Flintstone!
All: Huh?
Fred Flintstone: Barney, quick. What's my name?
Barney Rubble: Fred Flintstone!
Fred Flintstone: Don't toy with me, Barney.
Barney Rubble: You did it, Fred! You made it!
Fred Flintstone: Yabba-dabba-dabba-doo!
All: [cheering]

View Quote Wilma Flintstone: Good morning, Mr. Vice President.
Fred Flintstone: Good morning, Mrs. Vice President. Oh, Dino! Oh, Dino, no! Hey!
Dino: Mmm!
Fred Flintstone: Atta baby!
Wilma Flintstone: Oh...
Pebbles: Good boy, Dino.
Fred Flintstone: Well, how do I look?
Pebbles: Daddy pretty.
Wilma Flintstone: It's perfect!
Mastodon: Yeah. Snazzy.
Barney Rubble: So, Fred, what am I gonna call you now? Boss? Chief?
Fred Flintstone: No, a simple "Your Highness" will do. No, Barn. I'm not gonna be one of these guys that makes it then forgets where he came from. The first thing I'm gonna do is get everyone in the quarry some vacation time. And maybe a health plan with free foot care.
Barney Rubble: Gee, Fred, I'd settle for them little packets of ketchup for the lunch room.
Fred Flintstone: I'm only one man.
Barney Rubble: Not from the back.
Fred Flintstone: Hey, hey.
Barney Rubble: Well, I guess this is it, Mr. Flintstone. Go get 'em, big guy.
Fred Flintstone: Hey, Barn.
Barney Rubble: Yeah, Fred?
Fred Flintstone: Could you spot me a couple bucks for lunch? I'm a little short.
Barney Rubble: You're right, Fred. Nothing's changed.
Cliff Vandercave: Welcome aboard, Flintstone! We're glad you're here. Nice suit! You know, Fred, any gravel brain can shovel rock down in the quarry, but up here... Do you know what we do up here?
Fred Flintstone: Me and the guys have always wondered.
Cliff Vandercave: We interface, Flintstone. We strategize, analyze, conceptualize, prioritize...
Fred Flintstone: When do we eat?
Cliff Vandercave: Fred, until this moment I wasn't sure we'd picked the right man. Now I'm certain. Fred Flintstone, you've arrived.
Fred Flintstone: This is my office?
Cliff Vandercave: That's right.
Fred Flintstone: This is my chair?
Cliff Vandercave: Mmm-hmm. Not to throw too much at you on your first day, but this big thing here is your desk.
Fred Flintstone: My desk?
Cliff Vandercave: Watch out for your fingers in the drawers.
Miss Sharon Stone: [enters Fred's office] Ahem! Am I interrupting?
Cliff Vandercave: Not at all. Fred, I'd like you to meet Miss Sharon Stone. She's going to be your secretary.
Fred Flintstone: My secretary?
Miss Sharon Stone: Personal secretary, Mr. Flintstone, that is of course, if you want me.
[Fred's tie rolls up to his chin]
Cliff Vandercave: Well, then, I the two of you could get better acquainted. [closes the doors]
Miss Sharon Stone: Mr. Flintstone, I'd like you to know that I enjoy working long hours, late nights, even weekends, so feel free to use me however you see fit. Now! Can I get you anything? Coffee?
Fred Flintstone: Sure.
Miss Sharon Stone: [seductive whisper] How would you like it?
Fred Flintstone: In a cup.
Miss Sharon Stone: Bold choice Mr. Flintstone. You'll go far in this company.
Fred Flintstone: Take a memo. Cliff, let's play golf. We can prioritize, conceptualize and, uh... Tenderize. Executively yours, Fred Fli... Ah!
Dictabird: Are there six or seven "I"s in "Fli... Ah"?
Fred Flintstone: Who said that?
Dictabird: It was I, your dictabird.
Fred Flintstone: Dicta-what?
Dictabird: Dictabird. Read my beak. "Cliff, let's play golf. "We can prioritize, conceptualize and, uh, tenderize."
Fred Flintstone: Wow. Wow!
Dictabird: Mr. Flintstone, I'd like to warn you that management positions are fraught with peril. Whenever you find yourself in a befuddled state, I urge you to avail yourself of my experience and sage advice.
Fred Flintstone: Oh, really? Listen, birdie, let's get the pecking order straight here.
Dictabird: Hmm.
Fred Flintstone: I don't need any help from you. I'm Vice President of... Of, uh...
Dictabird: Industrial procurement.
Fred Flintstone: How about that? Excuse me. Hey, guys! Guess what I am! Vice President of Industrial Procurement!
All: [cheering]
Dictabird: Oy! Whew.

View Quote Cliff Vandercave: Yeah.
Miss Sharon Stone: There. I'm all done with the requisition forms. What do you think?
Cliff Vandercave: It's perfect. Looks just like the real one. Mr. Flintstone, you are about to embezzle a great deal of money. Unfortunately, for you, we get to keep it.
Miss Sharon Stone: We can have Flintstone sign these right away.
Cliff Vandercave: Not just yet. Creatures like this Flintstone are primitive, prone to irrational bouts of integrity. We've got to make absolutely certain he'll do whatever we say.
Fred Flintstone: is the greatest bowler on Earth.
Dictabird: "Fred is the greatest bowler on Earth."
Fred Flintstone: Now you talk, and see how much I can remember.
Cliff Vandercave: Workin' hard? Okay, Fred, are you ready for your first executive action?
Fred Flintstone: Ready and willing. Whatever you need, consider it done!
Cliff Vandercave: Good! I want you to fire Bernard Rubble.
Fred Flintstone: Done... What? Fire Barney? Why?
Cliff Vandercave: Well, for starters, he scored the lowest on the management aptitude test. He's an imbecile. 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: Fred... If you don't fire him, I will. And then I'll fire you.

View Quote Fred Flintstone: And in conclusion, Mr. Slate, I feel a paid vacation for everyone in the quarry would raise morale and increase productivity, um, um... A whole bunch! Sincerely yours, Frederick J. Flintstone.
Dictabird: Shall I make that "Flagstone," so he'll know who it's from?
Miss Sharon Stone: My, don't we look handsome today?
Fred and Dictabird: Thank you.
Miss Sharon Stone: Here are today's batch of requisitions. All marked and ready for your signature.
Fred Flintstone: Okay. You know Miss Stone, I've been signing stacks of these things for weeks now, and I hate to pry, but, what are they?
Miss Sharon Stone: Oh, just tiny little forms so that we can pay the contractors working on the modernization.
Fred Flintstone: You know, we remodeled our kitchen a couple of years ago, and let me tell you, contractors can be real pirates. I'm going to read these over.
Miss Sharon Stone: [covers them, slides onto his desk] No! You're much too busy for that, Mr. Flintstone. Besides, reading is my job. You wouldn't want to put poor little old me out of work now, would you?
[Wilma and Pebbles walk in the room]
Fred Flintstone: No.
[Miss Stone turns over on her back and seductively rubs his cheek. They both giggle]
Dictabird: Um, eh, your wife. Your, your wife.
Fred Flintstone: My wife? Wilma? [notices Wilma] Wilma! What a surprise!
Wilma Flintstone: So it would seem.
Fred Flintstone: Miss Stone, I'd like you to meet my wife Mrs. Flagstone... And our daughter, um... Um, um, um... Isn't she beautiful? My family.
Wilma Flintstone: I've heard so much about you. Well, I wish that I could say the same.
Fred Flintstone: That'll be all, Miss Stone. I'll sign those documents and place them on your desk.
Miss Sharon Stone: Whatever you want.
Wilma Flintstone: Your secretary is very attractive.
Fred Flintstone: Really? I hadn't noticed. Did I mention she chisels 18 words a minute?
Wilma Flintstone: Hmm.
Fred Flintstone: Hey, Wilma, did ya ever see one of these? My wife is the most beautiful gal in Bedrock.
Dictabird: "My wife is the most beautiful gal in Bedrock."
Wilma Flintstone: Nice try, Fred.
Dictabird: "Nice try, Fred."
Wilma Flintstone: Fred! I've come to talk about the Rubbles' troubles.
Fred Flintstone: Hasn't Barney found a job yet?
Wilma Flintstone: It's gotten so bad, they've had to rent out their house just to make ends meet.
Fred Flintstone: Really. Where are they gonna live?

View Quote Fred Flintstone: Flintstone gets the rock. He sets his shot. He shoots! Oh! Oh! Oh, boy. Miss Stone, what a pleasant surprise.
[After Fred wrecks the model]
Miss Sharon Stone: Oh. What happened here?
Fred Flintstone: That's what I'd like to know!
Miss Sharon Stone: I'll get someone to fix it.
Fred Flintstone: Oh, Miss Stone? Before you go, there's something bothering me... About this new system we're putting in here.
Miss Sharon Stone: Oh?
Fred Flintstone: Yeah. I don't pretend to understand it all, but wouldn't this put a lot of my guys out of work?
Miss Sharon Stone: How would I know? I'm just a little ol' secretary.
Fred Flintstone: Are you kiddin' me? You're smart! I could tell that right off. There's a lot more to you than you... [Fred stammers. Miss Stone smiles.] You... I mean...
Miss Sharon Stone: [genuinely] Thank you. Mr. Flintstones, I sure hope I didn't get you into too much trouble with your wife the other day.
Fred Flintstone: Nah. Wilma always forgives me. She knows I love her.
Miss Sharon Stone: And you do, don't you?
Fred Flintstone: Are you kiddin"? I'll never forget, the first time I met her she was working at a restaurant. I won this "All You Can Eat" contest and she was the one that cleaned me off. Every night I go home and look at her and I think, "What is a beautiful woman like that doing with a big galoot like me?"
Miss Sharon Stone: I think I know.
Cliff Vandercave: Where have you been?
Miss Sharon Stone: With Fred. I mean, Mr. Flintstone. I'm worried, Cliff. He's smarter than we thought.
Cliff Vandercave: He'd have to be to get himself dressed in the morning.
Miss Sharon Stone: He's been asking a lot of questions. I think we should just call the whole thing off.
Cliff Vandercave: No. No, I've got a better idea. Why don't we turn ourselves in, then we can rot in jail until the poles freeze over.
Miss Sharon Stone: I was just thinking...
Cliff Vandercave: Stick to your strengths, Miss Stone. And I'll stick to mine. Besides, if Mr. Flintstone insists on being so conscientious, perhaps we can give Fred... Something to take his mind off work, hmm?

View Quote Hoagie: There he is! You're a traitor, Flintstone!
Fred Flintstone: Listen to me. I'm your friend.
Hoagie: You're no friend of ours! You're a rotten bowler too!
Miss Sharon Stone: Good morning, Mr. Flint...
Fred Flintstone: They made a fool of me.
Dictabird: Look what they had to work with.
Cliff Vandercave: Flintstone, heard you were down in the file room. Find anything interesting?
Fred Flintstone: Yeah! I'm on to your little scam. Billing phony companies and keeping the money for yourself. I'm going to Mr. Slate.
Cliff Vandercave: Good idea. Turning yourself in might buy you a little leniency.
Fred Flintstone: Me? This entire scheme was your idea.
Cliff Vandercave: True. But I've graciously decided to give you all the credit, since it's your name on the requisitions.
Fred Flintstone: I never touched any of that money!
Cliff Vandercave: Hmm. Fred, please. Remodeling your house, furs, jewelry, a fully-equipped Le Sabertooth. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should have been more discreet.
Fred Flintstone: I'm innocent!
Cliff Vandercave: Oh, boo-hoo-hoo. Miss Stone, call security. Tell them we've uncovered an embezzler.
[Cliff is suing Fred for embezzlement]
Fred Flintstone: [grabs her hand] Miss Stone, you'll back me up, won't ya?
Miss Sharon Stone: You better run while you still have a chance.
Fred Flintstone: You'll never get away with this.
Cliff Vandercave: I already have.
Dictabird: [sighs]

View Quote Miss Sharon Stone: Just think. This time tomorrow, we'll be on a pterodactyl winging our... Oh, Cliff.
Cliff Vandercave: Hmm?
Miss Sharon Stone: How come there's only one ticket to Rocapulco?
Cliff Vandercave: For your protection, darling. I thought I would go on a "business trip," while you stay here to keep up appearances. Then, when we're sure it's safe, I'll send for you.
Miss Sharon Stone: Forgive me, Cliff. Looks like you've thought of everything.
Wilma Flintstone: Psst. Excuse me! Hello.
Dictabird: No, Mumsie, I don't want to go to school. The other boys make fun of me.
Wilma Flintstone: Wake up!
Dictabird: Oh, Mrs. Flintstone. To what do I owe the honor of this break-in?
Wilma Flintstone: I need your help, Mr. Bird. You hear everything that goes on in this office.
Dictabird: Hmm-hmm.
Wilma Flintstone: You are the only one who can help clear my husband.
Dictabird: My, my. What a delicious irony. Thank you for sharing it with me. Now, let me share something with you.
Betty Rubble: Oh, now, Wilma, calm down. Maybe I can reason with him.
Dictabird: Ow!
Cliff Vandercave: There. All set. You know, my only regret is I won't be around when that shoddy new equipment blows up in their big, dumb faces. Oh, well, I'll just have to console myself with all that money. Hey, who's that?
Miss Sharon Stone: That's Flintstone's wife.
Cliff Vandercave: What would she want with a stinky old dict... Son of a brachiosaurus!
Miss Sharon Stone: Well, Cliff. I guess you haven't thought of everything.
Cliff Vandercave: Oh, this is far from over.

View Quote Cliff Vandercave: Mr. Flintstone. Stealing office equipment, really. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is this the kind of example you want to set for your daughter?
Barney Rubble: Where are the kids?
Cliff Vandercave: The bird, please.
Fred Flintstone: First, we want our children.
Cliff Vandercave: Of course.
Barney Rubble: Bamm-Bamm!
Cliff Vandercave: Take one more step, Mr. Rubble, and this quarry's safety record will be severely tarnished. Now, give me the bird.
Barney Rubble: Go on, Fred. Give him what he wants.
Dictabird: What?
Fred Flintstone: Don't worry, I got a plan. We're gonna get the kids back and then we'll rescue you.
Dictabird: What a strategist. I should have signed with Disney. They never would've allowed this sort of thing to happen.
Cliff Vandercave: Ahh! Thank you, gentlemen.
Dictabird: Easy.
Cliff Vandercave: And in the words of my beloved mother, I'm taking the money and moving to a warmer climate.
Pebbles: Help, Daddy!
Dictabird: Let's discuss this, Cliff. May I call you Cliff?
Fred Flintstone: Barney, too much pressure. One, two, three...
Fred and Barney: Nice goin'.
Barney Rubble: Now what do we do?
Fred Flintstone: You get the kids, I'll try and stop this.
Barney Rubble: Whoa!
Dictabird: Cliffy, have I ever told you you have a very distinguished chin?
Cliff Vandercave: Shut up! Ahh!
Fred Flintstone: Whoa!
Barney Rubble: Yo, ow, ow, ow, ow!
Dictabird: Oh, dear, Oh, dear. Too many years behind a desk. Mayday, mayday!
Bamm-Bamm': Hi, da-da.
Barney Rubble: You did it! You called me da-da!
Fred Flintstone: Oh, Barney, you lunkhead! What am I going to do? I gotta think of somethin'. Not now.
Pebbles Wake up, Uncle Barney!
Dictabird: Help, help! Save me! Save me from this mad M.B.A.!
Fred Flintstone: Don't worry. I'll take care of him.
Dictabird: My hero. Yipes.
Cliff Vandercave: Flintstone, kiss your bird good-bye.
Dictabird: Oh, mama.
[after knocking out Cliff]
Miss Sharon Stone: Will there be anything else, Mr. Flintstone?
Fred Flintstone: No, Miss Stone. Take the rest of the day off. [they share a grin] Yabba-dabba-doo! Cliff? It's time for you and me to interface.
Cliff Vandercave: Aah!
Fred Flintstone: Stee-rike!
Cliff Vandercave: [last lines] Nooooooooooooo!

View Quote Dictabird: And then, Cliff said, "True. But I've graciously decided to give you all the credit, "since it's your name on all the requisition forms."
Miss Sharon Stone: Mr. Flintstone, I may not be in on Monday.
Fred Flintstone: Don't worry, Miss Stone. I'll tell 'em what you did. They'll let you off easy.
Miss Sharon Stone: I've been a very bad girl. But you have to admit, I was very, very good at it.
Barney Rubble: Come on, do it for Mommy. Who am I?
Bamm-Bamm: Bamm-Bamm!
Betty Rubble: Oh.
Wilma Flintstone: Thank goodness, you're all right.
Fred Flintstone: Well, I'm not going to jail, but it won't be easy getting a new job. What kind of reference is Mr. Slate gonna give me after I destroyed his quarry?
Betty Rubble: None of this was your fault. Mr. Slate will understand.
Mr. Slate: Flintstone!
Fred Flintstone: Sure, now he gets my name right.
Mr. Slate: How did this happen?
Fred Flintstone: Mr. Slate, it all started when the Rubbles here wanted to adopt a baby.
Mr. Slate: Not that! How did this happen to Cliff?
Fred Flintstone: Well, you see, Mr. Slate, the machinery went haywire and the rocks got all crushed up and that got mixed in with water and that came all down the hill. Mr. Slate, I'm sorry!
Mr. Slate: Sorry? I love this stuff! I'm gonna name it after my daughter Concretia. Flintstone, you're a genius!
Fred Flintstone: Me? Really? Why?
Mr. Slate: Don't you see? Thanks to concrete, man can now shape his own destiny. The Stone Age is over!
Wilma Flintstone: Ahh.
Mr. Slate: First thing, I want you to hire back all the men, Flintstone. We're going into production immediately.
Fred Flintstone: We?
Mr. Slate: That's right. You are hereby promoted to President of the entire concrete division.
Fred Flintstone: Yabba... That's a real nice offer, Mr. Slate, but unfortunately, I'm gonna have to turn you down.
Barney Rubble: Don't listen to him, Mr. Slate. Fred, it's a great job! This time, you deserve it.
Fred Flintstone: Barney, all my life I wanted to be a somebody. And when I finally did, I turned into somebody I didn't like.
Mr. Slate: Good grief, man, have you lost your mind? This could make you rich beyond your wildest dreams.
Fred Flintstone: I was always the richest man in the world. I just never knew it. So, if it's okay with you, Mr. Slate, all I want is my old job back and my old life.
Barney Rubble: Fred.
Fred Flintstone: And two weeks paid vacation for all the men in the quarry, an annual cost of livin' increase and those little packets of ketchup in the lunchroom.
Mr. Slate: Done!
Fred Flintstone: Thanks, boss. See you at the company picnic.
Mr. Slate: There goes the best executive I ever had.
Wilma Flintstone: Fred, I'm so proud of you.
Betty Rubble: And I'm proud of you, Barney.
Fred Flintstone: I'm starving!
Barney Rubble: Me too!
Fred Flintstone: What do you say we get some breakfast. Snake and eggs for everybody. My treat.
Barney Rubble: Great.
Fred Flintstone: Barney...
Barney Rubble: Yeah, Fred?
Fred Flintstone: Spot me a couple bucks? I'm a little short.
Barney Rubble: Not this time!
Fred Flintstone: What?
The BC-52's: [singing] Flintstones
Meet the Flintstones
They're a modern
Stone Age family
From the town of Bedrock
They're a page right out of history
Someday maybe
Fred will win the fight
Then that cat will stay out for the night
When you're with the Flintstones
Have a yabba-dabba-doo time
A dabba-doo time
We'll have a gay old time
Fred Flintstone: Wilma!
The BC-52's: [singing] We'll have a gay old time
Fred Flintstone: Wilma!