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!
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!
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!
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