The Flintstones

There's got to be some reason you're so nice to me.

Fred, I didn't buy a thing.

Now sit down and eat your dinner while I give the baby his bottle.

Okay, but I don't understand it.

Baby?

What baby? We don't have a baby.

Isn't he cute, Fred?

Wilma, how close-mouthed can you be?

Why didn't you tell me this morning? I would've stayed home from work.

I didn't know this morning. He's only been here 10 minutes.

Ten minutes?

I hope you don't mind baby-sitting with him while I play bridge tonight.

Tonight? You think you ought to? So soon?

Come on, Fred, step on it. I don't want to be late for work again.

Keep your fur shirt on, Barney.

I can't go any faster. Not with all these signals.

No, not another one. I'll get fired for sure.

Don't worry, pal. I'll take the freeway and duck all the lights.

But, Fred, there's too much traffic on a freeway.

Not now, Barney. The peak hour is past.

Hold on, pal, here we go.

Now, Fred. No, hold it.

Not yet. Now. No, wait.

- Now. No, hold it. - Quiet!

I'm doing the driving, and here's our chance.

Made it.

Now watch us make time.

Where are you, Barney?

Right here. Where else, the way you drive?

"We'll take the freeway and duck all the lights."

You and your brilliant ideas.

Hey, Fred...

here comes one of those little foreign jobs with the engine in the back.

How do you like that? We sit here while he goes through.

Come on, you guys, keep moving.

It's a living.

Here we are, Barney. Pick you up tonight.

Right, Fred. So long.

Good morning, Mr. Rubble. Kind of late, aren't you?

And how. Take me up fast, will you, Lester?

Sure. Hey, Bill, take us up to the fifth floor.

Right, Les. Giddap, Matilda.

Good morning, Miss Pebble.

Good morning, Barney. Mr. Granite wants to see you.

Mr. Granite?

Yeah, he's been shouting for you all morning.

Oh, boy, this is it. I've been late every day this week.

- You wish to see me, sir? - You bet I do.

Come in here and close that door, Rubble.

Rubble? Last week it was Barney.

Too late for the coffee break again this morning, Rubble?

I can explain, sir.

I've been looking for you all morning.

Sit down.

Not on the floor, dumbbell. In the chair.

Yes, sir.

Rubble, do you know what these are?

Sure, Mr. Granite. Two tickets for tonight's fight.

Gosh, they're impossible to get. How did you do it, Mr. Granite?

I'll tell you, Rubble.

I got them because I'm a big man in this town.

I fought, and I clawed my way up through the business jungle...

until today I'm on top of the heap.

King of the Jungle!

And to you, Rubble, my loyal subject...

I give these fight tickets I fought so hard for.

- You're giving me the tickets? - That's right.

Gee, thanks, Mr. King of the Jungle, sir.

But how come you're not going?

My wife won't let me.

Oh, boy, here comes Fred.

Watch his eyes bug out when he sees these tickets.

Hiya, Barney.

Hop in, pal.

- What's new, Barney? - I've been waiting for you to ask me that.

This is new.

Two tickets to tonight's fights.

Where did you get them, Barney?

The King of the Jungle gave them to me.

- Your boss? - Yup, the queen wouldn't let him go.

His wife?

That's a riot. His wife wouldn't let him go.

That's rich, isn't it?

Wilma, are you sure Fred won't mind baby-sitting tonight?

Of course not, Edna.

When I tell him it's the last night of the bridge tournament...

and how badly we need you on the team, he'll be glad to sit with little Egbert.

Sure. And my Barney will come over and keep Fred company.

That's right, Betty. Tonight's their night to watch the fights on TV, anyway.

Wonderful! I'll put Egbert in your bedroom and see you in a couple of hours.

We'll pick you up, Edna. I have the car tonight.

- Thanks a lot, girls. So long. - See you later.

- Are you sure Fred won't blow his top? - No.

But just the same, I'll fix a big dinner and get him in a good mood.

That's a good idea. I'll do the same for Barney.

With full stomachs, those two are as calm as beached whales.

- See you after dinner, Barney-boy. - Right, Fred. We'll get an early start.

Wilma, I'm home. Let's eat.

Frederick, darling!

I'm so glad you're home, dearest. Dinner is all ready.

My great big working man must be starved.

I'll set the table while you clean up.

And don't be long, honey, I've got your favorite dish tonight:

Brontosaurus cutlets.

I'm in the right house, all right.

Hurry, dear. Dinner is served.

Hold it.

All right. Let me see it. And how much was it?

- See what, Fred? - The new fur dress you bought today.

- I didn't buy a new fur dress, Fred. - All right, the new hat, then.

I didn't buy a hat, either.

There's got to be some reason you're so nice to me.

Fred, I didn't buy a thing.

Now sit down and eat your dinner while I give the baby his bottle.

Okay, but I don't understand it.

Baby?

What baby? We don't have a baby.

Isn't he cute, Fred?

Wilma, how close-mouthed can you be?

Why didn't you tell me this morning? I would've stayed home from work.

I didn't know this morning. He's only been here 10 minutes.

Ten minutes?

I hope you don't mind baby-sitting with him while I play bridge tonight.

Tonight? You think you ought to? So soon?

We're having the playoff at the bridge club...

and Edna Boulder's regular baby-sitter couldn't make it.

So I told Edna you wouldn't mind sitting with her little Egbert.

Fred, you're turning red as a lobster.

Now don't blow your top.

It's my top and I'll blow it if I want to.

Do you feel better now, Fred?

Listen, Wilma, I got a big fat scoop for you.

Barney and I are going to the fights tonight.

We are not sitting for any little egghead.

- Egbert, dear. - Okay, Egbert.

We are going to the fights.

F-l-T-E-S, fights.

And that's final.

Now you listen to me, Fred.

You and Barney are normally the most considerate men I know.

But you knew Betty and I were going to play bridge tonight.

And you said Barney and you were going to watch the fights on TV.

So I thought surely...

you would be kind and thoughtful enough...

to help us out when our bridge team is in a jam.

But you just forget it.

Don't worry about us, dear.

We girls will stay home and lose the tournament.

Okay, Wilma. I'll stay home.

Thanks, Fred.

I don't know how I'll explain it to Barney, though.

He'll think I lost my mind.

Come in.

Hello, Fred.

Turn on the TV. We don't want to miss the fights.

- You, too, Barney? - Me, too, Fred.

- What happened? - The whole bit.

You know, the big hello, the big dinner...

then the big news about baby-sitting. I blew my top...

we yakked it up, I felt like a heel.

- And here I am. - Women.

- You can't beat them. - And you can't join them.

We're leaving now, boys. Are you comfortable?

Have you got enough sandwiches?

- So long, Fred. - So long, Barney.

And don't forget to look in on the baby.

You know, this ain't so bad, Fred.

We're comfortable, no crowds, no parking problems.

- This ain't bad at all. - Yeah. I guess you're right, Barney.

Hey, turn on the TV. It's time for the big fight.

There we are, pal.

Hello there, sports fans.

Tonight's the big fight night, right?

As you know, this bout is blacked out...

for a radius of 25 miles in this area.

Sorry.

However, we will keep you informed with round-by-round reports.

Meanwhile, for your entertainment...

we have Alice Blue Jean and her magic banjo.

Miss Blue Jean.

- Oh, no, you don't. - Fred, wait. You'll wake the baby.

That's for Alice Blue Jean and her magic banjo!

- I'll stop that. - Easy, Fred. He's only a baby.

Quiet!

Gee, Fred, you sure can handle kids.

Nothing to it if you know child psychology.

Hey, the fight.

- What about it, Fred? - We got tickets. We could go see it.

What about Egbert? We can't leave him alone.

We'll take him with us.

With a name like that, he's gonna have to learn how to fight.

That's funny, Fred.

- Except for one thing. - What's that, pal?