The Flintstones

Hey, Fred, I'm getting the hang of this. Watch.

That's pretty good flipping, pal. Keep up the good work.

Hey, now watch this. A double somersault flip-over.

I'm sorry, Fred.

Watch it, fathead.

Okay, where is it, Wilma?

- Where is what, Fred? - My dinner.

When I sit down, I want it and me...

to hit the wire in a photo finish.

I'll photo-finish you, Fred...

if you don't wash those hands before you sit down at the table.

And while you're at it, wash your face, too.

All right, you just get my dinner ready.

This isn't home anymore.

It's a waterhole where the animals come to devour their kill.

"Wash your hands.

"Wash your face. Wash behind your ears. Put it back."

Now that you've eaten, Fred, and you're in a good mood...

what's troubling you?

It's my job. I'm sick and tired of it.

Who isn't tired of their job? Do you think I like my setup?

Cooking, cleaning, washing all day. Never get to go anywhere.

Why, the last time we went out together was when the drapes caught on fire.

Oh, honey.

I'm sorry, Wilma. I know you work hard.

I admit you deserve better.

And someday, I'm going to see to it that you get what you deserve.

Really, Fred, I'm not complaining.

I married you for better or for worse...

and some day that better will come along.

Now, why don't you forget it and go visit Barney.

Okay, dear, I will.

- Hi, Fred, come in. - Hi, Betty. Is Barney home?

I'm in the den, Fred, reading the papers.

Checking on the rock market, Barney?

I was just glancing through the want-ad section.

Are you looking for a job?

I am getting tired of the rut I'm in.

No kidding? You, too?

- What do you mean, Fred? - I'll tell you something, Barney.

As long as we work for someone else, we'll stay in a rut.

The only way to make it is to have our own business.

Sure, but what do we know about running businesses?

Are you kidding?

We've got the most important asset right now.

Brains. We got it up here.

Granted. But what business can we get into?

Not what business, but which business are we best suited for?

Offhand, Barney...

what would you say I do best?

That's easy, Fred. You can stow away more food than anybody I know.

That's it. You hit the nail on the head.

- What did I say, Fred? - Enough to give me a brilliant idea.

Barney, you and me are going into the restaurant business.

The restaurant--

What's the matter with you?

You don't want the girls to know about it yet.

- Where are we going, Fred? - To get a restaurant, that's where.

But we don't know nothing about restaurants.

You said yourself, I know food.

Sure. And I can tell time, but I can't make a watch.

But suppose we fail, Fred?

Fail? That is negative thinking again, Barney.

You've got to think positively. You get it? Positively.

Right, Fred. We will positively fail.

What a partner.

So you want to go in business for yourself?

Yes, sir.

Sure you won't settle for a paper route?

- We had a restaurant in mind. - Yeah, have you got one for sale?

Yeah, but you'd be surprised...

how many places insist on some cash changing hands.

Complicates it when you two are broke.

Say, wait a minute. This might be it.

A drive-in restaurant.

No cash, no down payment, just notes to sign.

We'll take it. Where do we sign?

No, just a minute, Fred. Let's not be hasty.

Tell us a little about it.

I'll be perfectly honest. The place failed once.

But only because the owner lacked personality.

Now, you two are different.

The minute you walked in, I said to myself:

"Those boys are full of personality."

Could we see it first?

Say, that little partner of yours is no fool.

He's all business.

What a perfect combination. One, all personality.

And the other, all business.

Tell you what, we'll go see it right now.

You guys wait outside for a minute...

while I make an urgent business call.

- Hello, Al? - Yes?

I got a couple of live ones for your drive-in.

Yeah, put some of your used cars around it.

We're coming out right away.

There she is, boys. Notice the cars?

And that's with the place closed.

Imagine what will happen when you open up.

- Boy! - Oh, boy!

- Partner, we got the business. - Yeah, I'm sure we did.

We got lots to do, Barney-boy.

Buy food, hire waitresses, get ready for the grand opening.

But we'd better not tell Wilma and Betty about this for a while, Fred.

You're right, Barney.

Some wives don't understand a guy quitting his job.

- Right, that's the kind I got. - Me, too. We'll keep our mouths shut.

Guess what, Gwendolyn? The Drive Inn is opening up again.

Oh, goody. Maybe we can get our old jobs back again.

My boyfriend, Eddie, gave me the new owner's telephone number.

A guy named Fred.

Let's call him up right away and let him know...

the world's best car hops are available.

Hello? Who?

Yes, there's a Fred living here, but he isn't home right now.

We heard he's going to need a couple of girls.

Who, Fred?

I want to tell him my friend and I are a couple of live wires.

I'm sure you are.

Thanks, honey. We'll call him back later.

Live wires.

When I get through with Fred, there'll be no place for a live wire to hook on to.

Hi, Wilma, baby. Lover-boy is home.

I've got something to discuss with you.

Not now, honey. I've got a couple of important things on my mind.

That's exactly what I want to discuss.

Okay, but I deny all charges till I know what they are.

It's your dime. Start talking.

This is Fred. A couple of live what?

A couple of live wires.

Me and Gwendolyn are the best drive-in waitresses in town.

Oh, boy.

- He said, "Oh, boy." - Good. Keep talking.

Look, Charlie, I don't want any raffle tickets.

Besides, what would I do with a big dinosaur if I won?

I don't understand him. You talk to him, Gwendolyn.

Who's this now?

Irving.

No, Irv, I just explained it all to Charlie.

Goodbye.

- He hung up. - It must've been a bad connection.

Let's go see him, personal-like.

Who was that, Fred?

- You mean on the phone? - Yes, I mean on the phone.

That was Charlie and Irving.

Was it two girls that called?

- Girls? - Yes, girls.

They wear dresses, long hair, perfume. You must've noticed them.

- There are lots of them around. - Now, look here, Wilma...

I don't know what girls you're talking about, and that's the truth.

By the way, Barney...

I had a couple of strange phone calls today.

First there was a butcher.

He wanted to know if you were interested in two tons of dinosaur burgers.

And then some man named Eddie called.

He said two girls are interested in seeing you.

What girls, Barney?

That's crazy. What girls would be interested in me?

I'm interested in you. What does that make me, chopped liver?

Honest, Betty. I don't know what it's all about.

It sounds mighty suspicious to me.

Come on, Fred, stop sulking.

I'm sorry I mistook Charlie and Irving for girls.

It's the principle of the thing.

If we don't trust each other, we got nothing.

I do trust you, Fred. And I won't mention it again.

That must be Barney. Maybe he can get you out of this mood.

Hello, honey. Is Fred in?

We're the girls who called earlier, remember?

- Who is it, Wilma? - It's Charlie and Irving.

And they've got their raffle tickets with them.

Come in, fellas.

Here we came an the run With a burger an a bun

And a dab of coleslaw on the side

011, your taste we will tickle With a cold dill pickle

And all of our potatoes are French-fried, fried, fried

Our burgers can't be beat 'Cause we grind our own meat