The Flintstones

vroom

screech

screech

vroom

screech

bang

thud

slam

It's still light out, Barney.

If we hurry, we can get an hour in on the driving range.

Right, Fred. I'll ask Betty if I can go.

What do you mean "ask her"? Tell her.

'I'll meet you out here in five minutes.'

Okay, Fred. - Hey, Wilma.

Get my golf clubs ready, me and Barney are gonna hit

'a bucket of balls before dinner.'

'Oh, alright, Dino.'

'I'll open the door for you.'

Go ahead. Say hello to daddy.

slam

Fooled you that time, Dino.

bang

crash

Wilma, Wilma! Do something!

Alright, Dino. Daddy loves you, too.

Let him get up now.

There, eh, bowling ball,

Alright. Alright, Wilma. Where are they?

Where's what, Fred? - 'My golf clubs, that's what.'

They're exactly where you dropped them

last time you played golf.

Under the dining room table.

Oh. Uh, thanks.

Fred, I just realized why I married you.

'Yeah? Why, honey?' - You're so thoughtful.

You wouldn't dream of interrupting me

when you come home from work by kissing me

or saying hello.

Now, what's bugging you?

Look, Wilma, if you had a hard day at the Laundromat

don't take it out on me.

Oh, please forgive me.

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

Okay. But watch it. I'll be back in an hour.

Goody! That'll give me just enough time to scrub the floor

and dust the furniture while I keep your dinner warm.

Sounds like a good idea, Wilma.

One more thing, darling.

Wilma, it's getting dark. What do you want?

Would you like your dinner served

in front of the TV when you get back?

Okay, that way I can listen to the news while I eat

instead of reading the paper.

Wonderful!

Now, I have one final thing to say, Fred.

Oh, come on, Wilma. Come on.

You can't drive golf balls in the dark. What is it?

One of these days, Fred Flintstone

you're gonna come home from work and yell, "Wilma!"

but Wilma won't hear you because Wilma won't be here.

I know what's wrong.

You're irritated because you had an argument with the butcher.

Right? - Wrong.

'Well, then the grocery boy, right?'

Wrong. - Well, oh, look..

We will talk about it when I get back.

Really, Fred?

You mean, we'll sit around after dinner

and talk like we used to when we were first married?

Ooh, that argument with the butcher

must've made you lose your memory, Wilma.

You know tonight's the semifinals

in the bowling tournament.

Oh, I give up.

Women, sheesh!

Let me have a ball, Barney. - Sure, Fred. Here you are.

Now, uh, how do these automatic things work?

Oh, you just step on that lever by your foot, Fred

and the tee will, uh, pop up.

You mean like this?

boing

Hey, that's pretty good, Barney.

'Beats puttin' a new tee in the ground all the time.'

poink

'Fore!'

whoosh

Boy, what a shot! Let's see you top that one, Barney.

'Okay, pal.'

'Keep your eye on the ball, Freddy boy.'

Well, it's a living, ain't it?

Not bad, Barney.

If you bowl like that, you'll have the old arm

in shape for bowling tonight.

Oh, I ain't going tonight, Fred.

I'm staying home with Betty.

What's the matter, she sick or something?

Oh, no, Fred. I, uh, just been going out too much lately.

I think you ought to stay home too, Fred.

You mean give up my bowling night?

You must be the one that's sick.

Well, Betty told me that Wilma

is very upset with you, Fred.

Upset with me? What for?

I've been so busy every night

Maybe that's why she's upset, Fred.

Uh, you take her too much for granted.

Uh, well, maybe I have been neglecting her a little lately.

But I'll straighten it out when I get home.

Attaboy, Fred. Oh, she'll feel better.

Yeah, yeah, I'll, uh, pay her a few compliments

flatter her a bit, tell her the usual things

a wife likes to hear.

Oh, what's that, Fred?

Oh, you know, how great she cooks

how nice she cleans the house. Stuff like that.

Uh, I don't think it'll work, Fred.

'Are you kiddin'?'

All wives love to hear

their husbands tell them how hard

she works around the house.

Hey, we better get going, I gotta be

at the bowling alley in an hour.

Hey, Fred, uh, I've been thinking.

Yeah? - I've been thinking, Fred.

Uh, Wilma's mad at you

because you don't take her any place anymore.

Barney, I'd be glad to take her places

but she don't like bowlin'.

She can't play golf. - 'Yeah.'

And you know the fellas don't allow

women in the P Knuckle game.

Well, uh, how about taking her

some place, uh, she'd like to go, Fred?

'Huh?'

Wilma's always telling Betty

what a wonderful time she had at Rock Mountain Inn

where you once took her.

I had to take her there, it was our honeymoon.

Okay, okay, Fred, uh, I was just suggestin'.

Hey, I got an idea.

Got a great idea.

Yeah, Fred. What?

I could take her there on a second honeymoon.

'Ooh, now you're talking, Fred. She'll love that.'

Yeah, yeah. We'll go this weekend.

I gotta hand it to you, Fred.

When you get an idea, you don't waste any time.

You know, Barney, there's one thing

I'll always remember about our honeymoon.

Uh, what's that, Fred?

The great fishin' they had at the Rock Mountain Inn.

I tell you, Betty, I just didn't believe it

until I heard him call for reservations.

Yeah.

And wasn't it sweet of Fred

to talk Barney into taking me, too?

Hmm, the old dear

I'll never doubt Fred's love again.

After all, how many husbands are romantic enough

'to take their wives on a second honeymoon?'

Oh, gee, Fred.

I feel kinda funny going along on your

Oh, why should you, Barney boy?

After all, you're my best friend.

Yeah. - And besides..

Wilma and Betty will have a ball together

while we go fishing.

Well, there it is, Wilma. The old Rock Mountain Inn.

Hasn't changed a bit, has it?

Ah, I wonder if the desk

After 15 years, nah.

Well, it's you again.

So, how do you do, Mrs. Flintstone?

You look exactly like you did, eh

about 15 years ago, wasn't it?

That's right.

And thank you for the compliment.

Yes, yeah, but who's the fat guy with you?

I don't remember him. - Fat guy? Why, you..

I'm Fred Flintstone, her husband.

Indeed. My, my..

Well, Mr. Flintstone, you look like

you've been living off the, uh

...fat of the land for 15 years.

One more crack like that

and you'll be livin' with a fat lip.

Now, let's cut out the comedy and show us to our rooms.

Eh, you've made reservations,

Of course.

Mr. and Mrs. Flintstone and Mr. and Mrs. Rubble.

Eh, Flintstone and Rubble. Oh, yes.

And are you lucky.

You got the last two cottages in the place.

The last two? You only got two cottages.

Yes...how about that?

I don't know what it is, Fred

but there seems to be something missing.