The Flintstones (TV Series)
The Long, Long, Long Weekend (1966)
Alan Reed: Fred Flintstone
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Quotes
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[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.
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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.
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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.
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[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.
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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!
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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.
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[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.
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Fred Flintstone : Welcome to the freeway, the world's longest parking lot.