The Flintstones

- (ROCK CRUMBLING) - (ROARING)

- (INDISTINCT TALKING) - (ROARING CONTINUES)

- (GRUNTING) - (GROANING)

Come on, you lazy Cro-Magnon!

- Ohh! - (GROANING CONTINUES)

Hey! Back to work! You guys had a break two days ago!

Come on, now!

Come on, Sheba! That's my big girl!

Look at those pathetic worms

burrowing their lives away.

Do you know why I'm up here and they're down there, Miss Stone?

Because you lied on your resume?

No.

Because I have vision.

And right now I have a vision of you and me…

Dripping with coconut oil on a beach in Rocapulco…

With Mr. Slate's fortune to keep us company.

I'm glad we see eye to eye.

And somewhere down there is the ignorant stooge

who will make all my schemes come true.

- (LOUD SQUAWKING) - Yabba-dabba-doo!

The captain has just turned on the seat belt sign…

- (SQUAWKS) - Signaling our descent into the Bedrock area.

On your left, you'll be able to see the Grand Canyon in about 15,000,000 years.

K-A-V-E Radio Bedrock

The KAVE accu-forecast for tonight calls for light seismic activity.

And a 20 percent chance of meteor showers.

Quick traffic update, due to lava flows, Highway One will be closed… Forever!

K-A-V-E Molten Oldie

Drum solo!

- (FRED LAUGHING) - (GUITAR CONTINUES)

Hey! Watch it, will ya? Finally got my hair the way I like it.

I'm so excited, Fred. I'm gonna be a father.

It's like a dream come true.

A son. Someone to carry on the proud name of Rubble.

Think I'll be a good daddy, Fred?

Well, you're bound to find something you're good at.

- Yeah, sure… Hey! - (CHUCKLING)

- Uncle! - Heh, heh, heh.

You know, Fred, Betty and I really owe it all to you.

We would've never qualified to adopt had it not been for the money you gave us.

Remember, Barn, that's between you and me.

I'd like to tell the world what a great guy my best buddy is!

No, no, no!

True, it was a selfless, noble act, if I do say so myself.

My only reward will be your happiness.

I don't need to go blabbin' my good deeds all around.

- You're afraid to tell Wilma, aren't you? - (FEET SKIDDING)

Afraid? Now, let's get this straight, Rubble.

I don't need permission from my wife to make a decision.

In my cave, I reign supreme!

Su-preme!

- I won't tell her, Fred. - Thanks, pal.

- Hiya, Timmy! - (BOYS SHOUTING)

Here you go! Shoot, shoot, shoot!

- Hey, Charlie! - (CHUCKLING)

- Huh? (PANTING) - Wilma!

I'm home!

- (BARKING RAPIDLY) - (GASPS)

No, Dino! No, no! No, Dino! Bad boy!

- (GROANING) - (BARKING CONTINUES)

- Bad dog! (LAUGHING) - (LICKING)

- Good doggie! - Bad Dino breath. (GROANING)

- (BARKS) - Fred!

Do you have to get Dino so wound up when you come home?

It's not my fault. Maybe he'd calm down if we had him fixed!

What? (WHINING)

- (GURGLES) - (GASPS)

Here comes the big Daddysaurus!

- How was your day, dear? - (GROANS)

I think my Brontocrane's pregnant again.

I tell ya,

you forget to lock her up one Saturday night…

- Comfortable, Fred? - On my way.

All I need's a brew and a good scratch. Which one do you want to do first?

It does my heart good to see you relaxing

after a hard day at the quarry.

I'm telling you, I married the pick of the litter.

Fred, our garbage disposal has been acting up a lot lately,

so I decided that it was time to buy a new one.

But when I went to take money out of our savings account…

- Guess what? - New garbage disposal?

New garbage disposal? Why throw good money down the drain?

There's nothing wrong with this one.

- (BELCHES) - All right, you. Say "ahh."

Uh-uh.

Do you have any idea why there's no money in our savings account?

- (SQUEALING CONTINUES) - Aha!

- There's your problem right there. - (BELCHES)

- All right, you! Spit it out! - (BELCHES LOUDLY)

Where's the money, Fred?

Something happened to it. There, I said it.

We have scrimped and saved for that money.

And every time we get ahead,

you have to go blow it on some hare-brained scheme!

Now, see here, Wilma! In this cave, I am the king!

- And… - And what, Fred?

And you have every right to know, my queen.

I gave it to Barney.

You what?

I know I should've consulted you,

but Barney Rubble's my neighbor, my lodge brother

and my best friend since the first time I went through the fifth grade!

Fred Flintstone!

Wilma, without that money, they wouldn't be allowed to adopt a baby.

So go ahead, yell, scream, let the fur fly.

Give the neighbors something to talk about!

What you have just done for the Rubbles…

Is the sweetest, most generous thing I ever heard.

And I adore you for it.

Mmm.

I also bought a new bowling ball.

Wait! Come on, honey!

- Watch your step. - Sit down.

All right, all together, folks.

Betty, sit down and relax.

Oh, I can't, Wilma. It just hit me.

From now on, I'll be spending 24 hours a day

attending to the every need of a helpless little boy.

Then again, maybe it won't be such a big adjustment after all.

Fred!

And promise you won't say anything like you did when you saw my sister's baby.

The kid had a tail. Was I supposed to pretend I didn't notice?

Hello, Mommy and Daddy! I have someone who wants to meet you!

- Aah! - (CHITTERING)

Well, it's not exactly what we pictured, but…

- We'll love him like he was our own. No, no, no.

This little fellow belongs to the Hendersons.

- So glad you'll be nursing. - Congratulations.

Mr. and Mrs. Rubble, this is your little boy.

- (BOTH GASPING) - (BARNEY GIGGLES)

Barney, isn't he precious?

Precious? They'd have been better off with the monkey.

Fred!

- Does he have a name? - Bamm-Bamm.

- Is that short for somethin'? - Bamm-Bamm-Bamm.

You'll have to take it slowly with this one.

He doesn't speak yet, and he's a little skittish around humans.

But then again, I would be too if I had been raised by wild mastodons.

- (WOMAN LAUGHING) Mastodons?

Let's not nitpick. A mammal's a mammal.

Well, sounds to me like all he needs is a little lovin'.

Ohh.

- Come here, little guy. - (GROWLING)

Aah! He growled.

It's cute. (GIGGLES)

It's okay, little guy. I'm your da-da.

- (SCREAMING) - Bamm-Bamm!

Oh! Barney! - (GROANING)

- Oh, Betty! Bamm-Bamm! No!

- (CARS SKIDDING) - (INDISTINCT YELLS)

Bamm-Bamm! Bamm-Bamm, wait!

Stalactite, stalagmite Hold your baby very tight

- (SINGER LAUGHING) - (MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Come back! - Come here, little guy!

- Bamm-Bamm! Bamm! Bamm-Bamm! - Ohhh!

Rock with the caveman

Bamm-Bamm-Bamm-Bamm-Bamm!

Roll with the caveman

Shake to the caveman

Break with the caveman

Oof!

Make with the caveman Okay, give me a C-A-V-E

Whoa!