The Flintstones

Oh, no.

And I made it double or nothing. Oh, no.

Flintstone's a good winner but he's certainly a poor looser.

Here comes Fred home from work, Dino.

Come on, boy. Come on, greet your daddy. He's home.

No, Dino! Hold it, boy!

Not now. Stop it, Dino.

Stop it!

You hear that, Dino, stop it.

Hi, Fred. Dino sure gave you the big welcome tonight.

What do you mean, "tonight"?

Dino gives me a big welcome every night. Don't you, boy?

- Dinner ready, sweetheart? - In a minute, Fred. Go sit down.

You know, Wilma, I've been feeling wonderful this past week.

Must be because I haven't seen...

that ungrateful neighbor of ours, Barney Rubble.

- Ungrateful? How come? - I'll tell you how come.

I figured that Barney wasn't getting paid enough.

So last week I went to see his boss. I told him I was Barney's agent.

And, boy, did I lay it on the line.

Laid what on the line, Fred?

I told him I was collective bargaining for Barney.

And unless Barney collected a lot of retroactive pay, the bargain was over.

Then I told Barney to put his broom down and go see his boss.

- And then what? - I haven't seen that ingrate Barney since.

He's probably living it up on that big fat raise I got him.

Who cares? To stop seeing him around is worth it.

It's water over the bridge.

Nothing could get me mad. Not the way I feel. Nothing.

What's the idea? One smelt for dinner?

I thought nothing could get you mad, Fred.

One measly smelt is nothing. And I'm mad.

I need nourishment. I'm a growing man.

You're growing, all right. You're growing impossible.

Oh, yeah?

What happened to the dinosaur steak I brought home last night?

If you must know, I gave it to Betty and Barney.

- Betty and Barney? - That's right.

So it isn't enough I get the guy more dough.

He's got to sponge off my wife when my back is turned.

I'm gonna go see that sponge and squeeze his ungrateful head.

Fred, just a minute.

Get away from that door, Wilma. My chivalry is getting thin.

And that's the only thing about you that is getting thin.

Now you listen to me, blabbermouth.

The reason I gave him the steak is because they haven't had a decent meal all week.

They're too proud to ask for help. But the truth is they're flat broke.

Broke? What's Barney doing with all that money I got him?

Are you kidding?

All you got him was a place in the unemployment line.

After you got through shooting off your big mouth...

to Barney's boss, he fired Barney.

I was only trying to help.

You better think of something that will help Barney...

or you'll be eating smelt all month.

Okay, Wilma, I'll think of something.

Me and my big mouth.

Who is it?

It's me, Barney. Fred.

Come on in, Fred. The door is open.

How about that guy? He ain't even sore at me.

Hello, Fred. How've you been?

You're looking well, Fred.

Hiya, Barney. Betty.

- Long time no see. - Yeah.

Why don't you boys go in the den? I'll fix some snacks.

If I can find any.

Think nothing of it, Fred.

I know you meant well and besides, it wasn't much of a job anyway.

Thanks, Barney. You're a swell guy.

But I lost you a job and I'm gonna get you another.

- Yeah? How, Fred? - I've got an influential friend...

- that could get you a job in a minute. - No kidding?

It happens I'm playing golf with him tomorrow, and you're coming along.

But I don't play golf, Fred.

You don't have to. We'll make it a threesome.

You can caddy, and that way he'll get to know you.

And I'll needle him into giving you a job.

That sounds good. You think it'll work?

Barney, my boy, did I ever give you a bum steer?

- Well... - Don't answer that, Barney.

Just meet me at the Gravel Beach Golf Course in the morning.

- This sure is a nice place, Fred. - Oh, it'll do.

Now listen, Barney. This guy, Mr. Boulder, whose bag you're gonna carry...

is my private golf pigeon.

In the business world, very big.

On the golf course, nothing.

We play every week. $1 a hole and side bets.

- Can you afford it? - Of course I can't. But I never lose.

Now, be nice to him.

You suggest what clubs to use and stuff like that.

But, Fred, I don't know one club from another.

So much the better. For me.

Mother, get the peanuts out, here comes my pigeon.

Hiya, Mr. Boulder.

Good morning, Flintstone. Nice day for golf.

Mr. Boulder, I want you to meet a friend of mine.

This is Barney Rubble.

Good morning, Rubble. And what's your handicap?

Offhand, I'd say my biggest handicap is living next door to Fred.

I like a man with a sense of humor. Don't you, Flintstone?

Yeah.

Rubble. Haven't we met before?

Southampton, Newport, Palm Beach?

Maybe the steam room at the Y? The Gaiety Bowling Alley?

I'd better explain, Mr. Boulder.

Barney is going to caddy for you. He needs the money.

Needs money?

I've heard of people like that, but I never thought I'd meet one.

There're a lot of us like that, Mr. Boulder.

I lead such a rich, sheltered life.

- Fore! - What does "fore" mean, Fred?

Don't ever do that!

- Sore head. - Quiet!

You got a good curve on it, Fred.

Wow, what a shot, Fred.

Right back on the tee where you started.

Here you are, Mr. Boulder. This looks like a pretty good one.

A putter? To drive with?

Okay, you're the caddy. You know this game better than I do.

Driving with a putter, yet. Boy, this is gonna be good.

A hole in one!

- Is that good, Fred? - You're a whiz, Rubble.

That's the first hole in one I ever shot.

And I did it with a putter, thanks to you.

It looks like I'm winning a friend, Fred.

You could still end up even. You're losing me.

Did you keep your eye on the ball, Fred?

Does that answer your stupid question?

Rubble, what'll I do now? My ball's down here in this sand trap.

Down in a sand trap. Let's see. Try this, Mr. Boulder.

A driver?

A driver in a sand trap.

You wanna make it double or nothing, Mr. Boulder?

Okay, it's a bet.

Oh, no.

And I made it double or nothing. Oh, no.

Flintstone's a good winner, but he's certainly a poor loser.

Like you always say, Flintstone:

"It's not winning the game that counts, it's collecting the dough."

- Fred, the job. - Yeah, the job.

Mr. Boulder, could you somehow get Barney a job?

Anything at all. He's not too... You know.

For Barney, anything.

Tell you what, Barney. You go see this friend of mine, Rocky Stone.

Now, here's my card. The address is on the back.

And tell him I sent you.

- Gee, thanks, Mr. Boulder. - Edgar, to you, Barney.

So long, loser. I'll see you next week.

Yeah. So long, Mr. Boulder.

Ta-ta, Edgar.

A hole in one. Double or nothing.

Boy, I was really in the groove today.

He deserves to win at least once.

Only it sure puts me in a mess of sour pickles.

What do you mean, Fred?

The dough I lost was supposed to make the delinquent payment on the TV set.

I don't dare tell Wilma.

Fred, I'm gonna go see about that job right away.

- And thanks a lot for helping me. - Yeah. Good luck, Barney.

"Rocky Stone Inc."

Yep. This is the place.

Come in.

- Mr. Stone? - Yes. What's your complaint, buster?

No complaint, sir. Mr. Boulder sent me down for a job.

Mr. Boulder. Come right in. So you're a friend of Mr. Boulder?

He's a great man. Very big in the business world.

But I hear he's not so hot with the golf club.

Yes, sir. He said that you would give me a job.

And he is right, sir. You've got a job.

I have? Gee, thanks, Mr. Stone.

What'll I do?

Now, first let me explain something.

A lot of people think our business is cruel. But they're wrong.

You see that picture hanging on the wall?

Throwing people to the hungry lions.

Now, that's cruel, sir.

You keep that picture in mind while you're doing your job.

- What is my job? - Look at the picture.

I am.

You're going to repossess furniture.

- Repossess furniture? - Someone's got to do it.

Think of all the cheats who won't pay what they owe.

Think of how they laughed when we trusted them.