The Flintstones (TV Series)
Fred el Terrifico (1964)
Jean Vander Pyl: Wilma Flintstone, Pebbles Flintstone
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Quotes
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Wilma Flintstone : Well, I have one more mission for you right now, dear.
Fred Flintstone : What'll it be? Fight a bull? Capture a crook? Just name it.
Wilma Flintstone : Shave a mustache. Now.
Fred Flintstone : Aw, Wilma, not that. Have a heart.
Wilma Flintstone : Come on. Now. Start shaving.
Barney Rubble : It looks like El Terrifico has met his match.
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Wilma Flintstone : Well, aren't you going to wash it off?
Fred Flintstone : Wash what off?
Wilma Flintstone : That dirt on your face.
Fred Flintstone : Wilma, this is not dirt, it's called uno mustachio, and is worn by the more dashing bullfight aficionados.
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Betty Rubble : Have you finished packing yet, Wilma?
Wilma Flintstone : Not yet, Betty. Fred, the travel expert, won't let me take all my new clothes.
Fred Flintstone : Wilma, seasoned travelers pack light. Everything you'll need is right in here. Believe me, sweetheart, you'll be the sensation of the beach.
Wilma Flintstone : I'll say. You only packed half of my bathing suit.
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Fred Flintstone : If there's one thing I don't intend to be on this trip, it's a typical tourist.
Wilma Flintstone : Fine, dear, you just be your same old, sloppy self and I'll pretend I'm with the Rubbles.
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Fred Flintstone : Picture postcards. That'll be the day.
Barney Rubble : Well, what's wrong with that, Fred?
Fred Flintstone : Don't you know anything, Barney? Only tourists run around buying picture postcards.
Barney Rubble : Well, we are tourists.
Fred Flintstone : Speak for yourself, Barn. You can hang around those tourist traps if you want to.
[puts on sunglasses and a sombrero]
Fred Flintstone : I am going to mingle with the natives. Oooolé!
Wilma Flintstone : Ooooh, brother.
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Wilma Flintstone : [while packing] Watermelon brunch coat, chestnut capris, strawberry bermudas.
Fred Flintstone : Hey, Wilma.
Wilma Flintstone : Just a minute, Fred. Orange waffle piqué skimmer, avocado shift.
Fred Flintstone : What are you packing, a suitcase or a box lunch?
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Hostess : Name and address, please.
Fred Flintstone : Uh, Flintstone, sweetheart. World traveler, et cetera, et cetera. Running down to catch the bullfights. See you aboard.
[Wilma comes by, carrying all the luggage]
Wilma Flintstone : The name is Mrs. Flintstone, the address is Bedrock, and I'm beginning to wish I'd stayed there.
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[as Fred continues to pose as El Terrifico]
Wilma Flintstone : That does it.
[to an airport clerk]
Wilma Flintstone : Pardon me. I want to play a little joke. Could you help me?
[Wilma whispers her trick to the clerk]
OfficIal : Ah, no, señorita, I cannot. It is not honest, it is not legal, it is...
[Wilma offers the clerk money]
OfficIal : A pleasure to help such a lovely señorita!
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OfficIal : Ah, El Terrifico.
Fred Flintstone : No, no, not anymore. From now on, it's just plain old Fred Flintstone, Bedrock, USA.
[the short detective whispers something to the airport official]
OfficIal : Have you anything to declare, señor?
Fred Flintstone : Only that the best part of a trip is the trip home. I'll see you around.
OfficIal : [stops Fred] One moment, señor. I must detain you.
Fred Flintstone : Why? W-What did I do?
OfficIal : You did not declare your reward money. That is a serious offense.
[walks away with Fred]
OfficIal : Come with me.
Fred Flintstone : But I didn't know. I've never traveled in a foreign country before. Wilma! Tell me this is just another joke! Get me out of this!
Wilma Flintstone : Okay, let's dig up bail for El Terrifico. I've got a dollar.
Betty Rubble : Here's 50 cents.
Barney Rubble : And I've got a dime.
Fred Flintstone : Wilma!
Wilma Flintstone : Be right with you, Fred! Here's two more nickels.
Betty Rubble : I might have a little more loose change.
Barney Rubble : Hey, I think I found a centavo.
Fred Flintstone : WIIILMA!
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Wilma Flintstone : Fred has been taking Spanish lessons.
Betty Rubble : [chuckles] So has Barney. Show them, dear.
Barney Rubble : Uh, buenos noches, el gordo.
Fred Flintstone : Oh, very good, Barn. Uh, el gordo is Spanish for Fred.
Wilma Flintstone : No, it's not, Fred. It means fat one.
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Fred Flintstone : Hey, Wilma, wait!
OfficIal : Not so fast, senor. Are you not called El Terrifico?
Fred Flintstone : Well, uh, yeah, why?
OfficIal : You are wanted in 17 states. Come with me.
Fred Flintstone : Hey, let go! I was just kidding! Wilma, tell him who I am!
Wilma Flintstone : I believe you said you were El Terrifico, sir.
Fred Flintstone : What do you mean sir? I'm your husband! Wilma, come back here!
OfficIal : You match the description of El Terrifico. He's got mustache like yours.
Fred Flintstone : What mustache? That's dirt! I'm plain old Fred Flintstone from Bedrock! WILMA!
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Mrs. Slaghoople : Wilma, did you take your suntan lotion and a warm sweater?
Wilma Flintstone : Yes, Mother. Bye.
Mrs. Slaghoople : Wire me when you arrive.
Fred Flintstone : Let's go, Barn.
Mrs. Slaghoople : And send me a postcard from your hotel.
Fred Flintstone : Okay. Bye, Mother.
Mrs. Slaghoople : Stop!
Fred Flintstone : What? What's the matter?
Mrs. Slaghoople : You'd better go wash your face, Freddie. There's dirt on your upper lip.
Fred Flintstone : THAT IS NOT DIRT! GOODBYE!