The Flintstones (TV Series)

The Long, Long, Long Weekend (1966)

Alan Reed: Fred Flintstone

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Quotes 

• [while looking at a picture of Mr. Slate] 

  Fred Flintstone : So that's the company's founder, huh?

  Mr. Slate the 80,000th : Yes, my remote ancestor. I'm George Slate the 80,000th. Of course, I didn't know our founder.

  [chuckles] 

  Mr. Slate the 80,000th : But they say he was a fine, generous man.

  Fred Flintstone : You sure didn't know him.

• Fred Flintstone : Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we take a drive?

  Wilma Flintstone : A drive?

  Betty Rubble : On a holiday weekend?

  Barney Rubble : Oh, I bet the roads will be jammed.

  Fred Flintstone : What do you mean jammed? There won't be anyone on the road. Everybody's out of town. Come on.

  [later, the Flintstones and the Rubbles are stuck in a traffic jam] 

  Betty Rubble : This is awful. We haven't moved for 20 minutes.

  Wilma Flintstone : So, ''There won't be anyone on the road. Everybody's out of town.''

  Fred Flintstone : Well... they are.

  Betty Rubble : Every car on this road is from out of town.

• Fred Flintstone : Mr. Slate, uh, I know this isn't the time or place, Mr. Slate, but I wonder, Mr. Slate, if I could get a little advance on my salary, Mr. Slate.

  Mr. Slate : An advance? Okay. Come on up to my office.

  Fred Flintstone : Ooh, that rock must have hit him harder than I thought.

  [later, in Mr. Slate's office] 

  Mr. Slate : Here you are, Flintstone. $4.00.

  Fred Flintstone : Thanks, Mr. Slate. This helps me out a lot.

  Mr. Slate : Oh, think nothing of it, Flintstone. There's just, uh, one little formality.

  Fred Flintstone : Huh?

  Mr. Slate : [pulls out a form]  Sign this.

  Fred Flintstone : [signs the form]  Uh-huh.

  Mr. Slate : On the other line, too.

  Fred Flintstone : [signs it]  Huh?

  Mr. Slate : [pulls out another form]  And this.

  [Fred signs the form] 

  Mr. Slate : And at the bottom there.

  Fred Flintstone : [signs it]  What's all this I'm signing, Mr. Slate?

  Mr. Slate : Like I said, it's just a formality. Uh, this one says you agree to pay me 6% interest. Uh, this one is an insurance policy on your life.

  Fred Flintstone : An insurance policy on my life?

  Mr. Slate : Why, sure. If anything happened to you, the grief alone would be enough to bare. You wouldn't want me to lose my money, too.

  Fred Flintstone : Oooh, forget what I said about that rock.

• [after returning from the future] 

  Barney Rubble : I want to thank you, Mr. Gazoo, for a fantastic experience.

  The Great Gazoo : You're welcome, Barney. And how about you, Flintstone? Did you learn anything from your visit to the 21st century?

  Fred Flintstone : I sure did. I'm gonna see Mr. Slate first thing Tuesday and pay back the four bucks I borrowed. That interest could ruin you in a couple of million years.

• Fred Flintstone : Tell me, did you ever hear of an employee named, uh, Flintstone?

  Mr. Slate the 80,000th : Flintstone.

  Fred Flintstone : Yeah, Fred Flintstone. He was one of your founder's most valued employees.

  Mr. Slate the 80,000th : Well, I'll look up the records. It'll only take a moment with this computer.

  [George Slate the 80,000th uses his computer to look up Fred and receives a sheet of paper] 

  Mr. Slate the 80,000th : Ah, here we are. Fred Flintstone. Ah, this is interesting

  Fred Flintstone : What does it say?

  Mr. Slate the 80,000th : It says that this fellow Flintstone borrowed $4.00 from the company and never paid it back.

  Fred Flintstone : Really?

  Mr. Slate the 80,000th : And at 6% interest, it now amounts to $23,682,000.

  [Fred gulps] 

  Mr. Slate the 80,000th : And 67 cents. Hey, you wouldn't be related to this deadbeat, would you?

  Fred Flintstone : Who? Who? M-Me? Me?

  [chuckles nervously] 

  Fred Flintstone : I never heard of him. Wilma!

  [runs away] 

  Fred Flintstone : Barney! Betty! Let's get out of here!

• Fred Flintstone : I've always been partial to the four-day week. Nobody ever feels like going to work Monday.

  Barney Rubble : And by Friday, you're exhausted. So you might as well take that off, too, huh?

  Fred Flintstone : [chuckles]  Right. The only thing is payday isn't until Wednesday and financially, with me, it's Mayday.

  [Fred stops the car at a level crossing to let a train pass] 

  Barney Rubble : Uh, you mean you're a little short, Fred?

  Fred Flintstone : Uh, let me put it this way, Barn: If a war were declared tomorrow, I wouldn't have enough money to buy a paper to find out who's fighting.

• [while stuck in traffic] 

  Fred Flintstone : Ah, don't worry. We'll be on our way soon.

  Barney Rubble : I hope so. We've been on the road an hour, I can still see my house.

• Fred Flintstone : Welcome to the freeway, the world's longest parking lot.