“Good morning, Mr. Vice President.” – Wilma Flintstone, The Flintstones ... Movie Quotes Database

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.

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.