“Mr. Flintstone. Stealing office equipment, really. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is...” – Cliff Vandercave, The Flintstones ... Movie Quotes Database

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!

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!