The Flintstones (TV Series)
Flash Gun Freddie (1962)
Alan Reed: Fred Flintstone
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Quotes
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[Fred and Barney approach a construction worker asleep on a sign]
Fred Flintstone : Oh, boy, what a shot.
Barney Rubble : Uh, you mean that sign that says "Men At Work"?
Fred Flintstone : Yeah, but what's this guy doing?
Barney Rubble : Just sleeping, that's all. Hey, that's funny!
[laughs]
Fred Flintstone : Yeah, yeah. Ssh! Ssh! Now, be quiet. I don't want to wake him up and spoil the shot. A picture like this should be worth a bundle.
[focuses the camera]
Fred Flintstone : Now, to make sure I got everything in, and the focus is just right.
[the construction worker wakes up and punches Fred]
Construction Worker : A picture like that could lose me my job, wise guy. Very funny.
Barney Rubble : You think that's funny, you should have seen him taking baby pictures!
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Betty Rubble : Gee, I wouldn't want to miss that sale. I hope the boys aren't late for lunch.
Wilma Flintstone : Are you kidding? The last time Fred was late for a meal was, um... um... Come to think of it, he's got a perfect eating record.
Fred Flintstone : Wilma!
Wilma Flintstone : And still undefeated... Fred Flintstone!
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Fred Flintstone : [while driving] If I do much more picking up, somebody's gonna have to pick me up off the floor.
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Fred Flintstone : Hey, hold it, hooold it! What do you think you're doing?
Boy : I'm buying a comic book.
Fred Flintstone : Not that one, you ain't. I was just gonna look at it.
Boy : But this is the one I want.
Fred Flintstone : The rules of this game, sonny, is first come first serve.
Boy : Well, I got it first.
Fred Flintstone : But I seen it first.
Boy : Oh, yeah? We'll see about that.
[leaves]
Fred Flintstone : Don't they teach kids manners anymore?
[Fred reads the comic book and laughs for a while, but the clerk soon comes and takes it]
Fred Flintstone : Hey, wait a minute, I'm not finished yet.
Harry : I have a paying customer for this magazine. Do you mind?
[the boy pays him]
Harry : Thank you.
Fred Flintstone : Snitcher.
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Fred Flintstone : Hiya, girls. What's for lunch?
Wilma Flintstone : The usual, a 5-pound brontosaurus steak.
Fred Flintstone : When are you gonna have something different?
Betty Rubble : Like what, Mr. Flintstone?
Fred Flintstone : Like a 10-pound brontosaurus steak.
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Fred Flintstone : Why didn't I pick a safe hobby like wrestling saber-toothed tigers?
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Barney Rubble : Staying home on our vacation is the best idea we ever had, Fred. Uh, it'll save us a lot of dough.
Fred Flintstone : Yeah, but I didn't figure we'd have to do the shopping.
Barney Rubble : Well, what's the difference? Uh, we didn't have nothing to do anyway.
Fred Flintstone : Maybe you didn't, Barney, but this was going to be my put-and-take week.
Barney Rubble : Put-and-take? What does that mean?
Fred Flintstone : I was going to put a couple of points on my bowling score and take a couple off my golf score.
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Barney Rubble : But, uh, Fred, we don't know nothing about photography.
Fred Flintstone : What's to know? You point the camera and snap the picture.
Barney Rubble : Yeah, but, uh, how do you know what to point the camera at?
Fred Flintstone : It tells how in the book. The best pictures are subjects that excite the photographer most. It's easy.
Barney Rubble : Well, you mean you can make a living just taking pictures of food?
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Fred Flintstone : Baby doll, how would you like to be the wife of a very wealthy photographer?
Wilma Flintstone : Uh-uh. I'd rather stay married to you.
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Fred Flintstone : Say, now, this looks interesting.
[grabs a book]
Fred Flintstone : Wow. "Real Horrible Tales."
[Fred opens the book and a bat flies out of it, making him close the book in fright]
Fred Flintstone : Well, they don't have to make 'em THAT real!
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[Barney is sitting on a flagpole, hoping to find news]
Barney Rubble : Hey, Fred, I've been up here for an hour already. This ain't news unless I break the flagpole-sitting record.
Fred Flintstone : Well, what's the record?
Barney Rubble : 104 days.
Fred Flintstone : Oooh, now he tells me.
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Fred Flintstone : Wilma, baby. We're home!
Betty Rubble : Mmm, Fred sounds pretty cheerful.
Wilma Flintstone : Yes. It worries me.
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Fred Flintstone : Ssh!
Barney Rubble : What's up, Fred?
Fred Flintstone : You hear anything?
[a chirping sound is heard]
Barney Rubble : Well, uh, just birds chirping.
Fred Flintstone : Just birds? There's a pterodactyl nest around here. Don't that mean anything to you?
Barney Rubble : Uh, yeah. I-It means there's a mother pterodactyl around someplace and I'm getting the heck out of here!
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Fred Flintstone : Step back, everybody. When I get her to smile, snap her picture quick, Barney-boy. Now, my little angel, smile.
[tickles the Millrocks' baby]
Fred Flintstone : Coochie, coochie, coochie.
[makes a funny face]
Fred Flintstone : Come on, give me that great big smile.
[makes another funny face]
Fred Flintstone : Come on, give it to me.
[the baby punches her bowl of baby food, knocking it into Fred's face]
Barney Rubble : She sure gave it to ya!