“Ohh! No.” – Fred Flintstone, The Flintstones ... Movie Quotes Database

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.
Fred Flintstone: You got your hands full when you scratch your neck!
Wilma Flintstone: Stop it! Both of you! Mother, Fred is a loving husband and a good provider.
Pearl Slaghoople: Oh, really? What has he ever provided you besides shade? Oh, Wilma. You could've married Elliot Firestone, the man who invented the wheel. Instead you picked Fred Flintstone, the man who invented the excuse.
Fred Flintstone: Let me tell you something, Pearl. I'm not going to be a nobody all my life. One of these days, I'm gonna be a somebody, a real somebody! We'll live in luxury, and Wilma will have everything she deserves. When that day comes, you'll be so busy eatin' crow you'll be passing feathers for a month!
Pearl Slaghoople: Oh, you poor, poor dear. And when I think of all the sacrifices your father made for you. Lambs, oxen, your brother Jerry.
Wilma Flintstone: Well...
Pearl Slaghoople: Oh, Wilma. Do your mother a favor. Just call Elliot Firestone. Even if things don't work out, he can give you a great deal on some tires.
Wilma Flintstone: Yes, Mother.
Pearl Slaghoople: Byesie-bye.
Fred Flintstone: I'll show her. I'll show everybody.
Wilma Flintstone: I know you will, Fred.
Fred Flintstone: Call me fatso.
Wilma Flintstone: Let's get some sleep.

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. Fred Flintstone : You got your hands full when you scratch your neck! Wilma Flintstone : Stop it! Both of you! Mother, Fred is a loving husband and a good provider. Pearl Slaghoople : Oh, really? What has he ever provided you besides shade? Oh, Wilma. You could've married Elliot Firestone, the man who invented the wheel. Instead you picked Fred Flintstone, the man who invented the excuse. Fred Flintstone : Let me tell you something, Pearl. I'm not going to be a nobody all my life. One of these days, I'm gonna be a somebody, a real somebody! We'll live in luxury, and Wilma will have everything she deserves. When that day comes, you'll be so busy eatin' crow you'll be passing feathers for a month! Pearl Slaghoople : Oh, you poor, poor dear. And when I think of all the sacrifices your father made for you. Lambs, oxen, your brother Jerry. Wilma Flintstone : Well... Pearl Slaghoople : Oh, Wilma. Do your mother a favor. Just call Elliot Firestone. Even if things don't work out, he can give you a great deal on some tires. Wilma Flintstone : Yes, Mother. Pearl Slaghoople : Byesie-bye. Fred Flintstone : I'll show her. I'll show everybody. Wilma Flintstone : I know you will, Fred. Fred Flintstone : Call me fatso. Wilma Flintstone : Let's get some sleep.