[the paperboy throws the newspaper, which is a stone slab, at Fred, knocking him down] Wilma Flintstone: Did you get your paper, dear? Fred Flintstone: [straining] Yeah, and I'm lucky it only comes once a week.
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Fred Flintstone
Fred Flintstone is the main character of the animated sitcom The Flintstones, which aired during prime-time on ABC during the original series' run from 1960 to 1966. Fred is the husband of Wilma Flintstone and father of Pebbles Flintstone. His best friend is his next door neighbor, Barney, who has a wife named Betty and an adopted son, named Bamm-Bamm.Fred lives in the fictional prehistoric town of Bedrock, a world where dinosaurs coexist with modernized cavepeople and the cavepeople enjoy "primitive" versions of modern conveniences such as telephones, automobiles, and washing machines. Fred's trademark catchphrase yell is "yabba dabba doo!", a phrase that was originally his club's cheer and later adopted as part of the theme song from the third series on and used in the 1994 live-action Flintstones movie. Since the original series' run, Fred has since appeared in various other cartoon spinoffs, live action adaptations, music videos, and commercials. 2Biography While the mid-1980s spin-off series The Flintstone Kids depicts Fred as a child, the series may be apocryphal due to its presenting Wilma as a childhood friend of Fred and Barney; the original series asserts that they first met as young adults. Still, the series' depictions that Fred is the only child of Ed and Edna Flintstone (a handyman and a homemaker, respectively) might be taken as canon. As young adults, Fred and Barney worked as bellhops at a resort. There, they meet and fall in love with Wilma and Betty, who were working there as cigarette girls. Fred and Wilma's mother, Pearl Slaghoople, also met and took an instant dislike to each other, starting a long-lasting rivalry between the tw
Wilma Flintstone: [after the wives realize the guys' deception] State of shock, huh? Fred Flintstone: Wilma, no, no, not in the head! [gets clobbered] Wilma Flintstone: Try that while you're 'poor, sick' at home! Betty Rubble: [mumbles something hard to understand, but definitely angry] Barney…
Fred Flintstone: [trying to fool their wives it wasn't them in the bowling alley] Read me another bedtime story, would you, Barney pal? Barney Rubble: Sure, which one? 'Uncle Wiggly' or 'I Was a Teenage Brontosaurus'?
2,500 people in Bedrock, and I had to pick this pebblebrain for a neighbor.
Hmmm, here's the crook of the month. Fifteen thousand reward for information leading to apprehension of Albert Bonehart, wanted for questioning in disappearance of three former wives. Bonehart's fourth wife was last seen in a little railroad station in a valise, a ladies' hatbox, and an executive's…
He was a midget in the big house, see? And he tried to escape by wiggling through a mouse hole after lights out, but he outsmarted himself, see? Cuz it wasn't a mouse hole, it was a light socket, and somebody turned the lights on.
Fred Flintstone: [playing cards] Barney, what would you do if you were holding the queen alone? Barney Rubble: I don't know, Fred, it all depends on what time the king gets home. [laughs]
Fred Flintstone: Don't you see? Our neighbor Alvin Brickrock, he borrowed my shovel! He could be a vicious monster! A diabolical fiend! Barney Rubble: Well Fred, you haven't returned my lawn mower and I don't feel that way about you.
Fred Flintstone: [dressed as a nurse, trying to sneak Barney out past the Desk Nurse] You're doing fine, Mr Rubble. We'll take you outside around the grounds and get some fresh air. Desk Nurse: [after they've passed] Wow, what a homely nurse.
Fred Flintstone: Are you the desk nurse? Desk Nurse: No, I'm Lady Godiva and this is a kissing booth. Fred Flintstone: Where's Barney Rubble? I need to see him. Desk Nurse: He's in Room 102. Who are you, fatso, a deceased relative or something?
Wilma Flintstone: [arguing about money] I work hard around here and I'm willing to do more! If necessary, I'll get a job to help out. Fred Flintstone: Oh, that's a hot one! Wilma Flintstone: What's that supposed to mean? Fred Flintstone: [pointing his finger in her face] You are too smart to leave…
All right. All right. I can't make it as fast as you spend it. I admit it, so let's call off the contest!