The Flintstones (TV Series)

How to Pick a Fight with Your Wife Without Really Trying (1966)

Jean Vander Pyl: Wilma Flintstone, Pebbles Flintstone, Mom Bunny

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Quotes 

• Fred Flintstone : I guess you didn't hear, Wilma! I said I'm moving out!

  Wilma Flintstone : I heard.

  Fred Flintstone : Begging ain't gonna do you any good, Wilma, 'cause I'm through! T-H-R-O-O. Through! Now what do you think of that?

  Wilma Flintstone : I think, among other things, you're a terrible speller.

• [Fred and Wilma crash into each other after each having nightmares] 

  Wilma Flintstone : Oh, Fred, how I missed you. I even dreamed about you.

  Fred Flintstone : I'm always dreaming about you, Wilma. And I want to apologize for all the stupid, childish things I've been doing. Will you forgive me?

  Wilma Flintstone : Of course, Fred. Just let's never quarrel again.

  Fred Flintstone : Never, Wilma. I must have been out of my superior mind.

• Betty Rubble : Wilma, why don't you call Fred right now and tell him to come home?

  Wilma Flintstone : I can't, Betty. If I give in now, there will be just no living with him. He's got to make the first move and until he does, I'm not even going to think about him.

  Betty Rubble : Okay.

  Wilma Flintstone : I'm putting him completely out of my mind.

  Betty Rubble : Good idea.

  [in bed] 

  Betty Rubble : Good night, Wilma.

  [turns out the light] 

  Wilma Flintstone : [in bed]  Good night, Fred.

• Fred Flintstone : Wilma, I'm as hungry as a bear! Is dinner ready? Wilma! I'm home! Where's my dinner?

  Wilma Flintstone : Hi, Fred. I'm sorry. Dinner isn't ready yet.

  Fred Flintstone : What do you mean it isn't ready yet? What goes on around here? What have you been doing all day? The least you can do is have my di... di... Uh, I almost forgot. Women are like children.

  [Fred imagines Wilma shrinking down, looking like a little girl] 

  Wilma Flintstone : [with a younger voice]  Well, the washing machine broke down, I had to do all the laundry by hand. Then I had to clean the house, mow the lawn, do the shopping, and press your shirt.

  Fred Flintstone : Aw, that's all right, my dear. I realize you have a lot to do. And if dinner's late, Daddy understands. I'll just read the paper 'til it's ready. By the way, where is the paper?

  Wilma Flintstone : [seen as her normal self]  I don't know. It hasn't come yet.

  Fred Flintstone : [angrily]  What? It hasn't come yet?

  Wilma Flintstone : Uh-oh. Almost forgot. Men are like children, especially my man.

  [Wilma imagines Fred shrinking down, looking like a little boy] 

  Fred Flintstone : [with a younger voice]  My paper didn't come yet. I want my paper! Give me my paper! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT!

  Wilma Flintstone : All right, all right, dear. As soon as I finish getting dinner, I'll go out and get you a paper.

  [gives ''little'' Fred a bottle and a doll] 

  Wilma Flintstone : There, there now.

  Fred Flintstone : All right. All right, Wilma.

• Fred Flintstone : [angrily]  Ahh, some breakfast.

  [Muttering a swear under his breath] 

  Fred Flintstone : ,Racka, freda, studafran.

  Pebbles Flintstone : [Imitating her dad's cursing]  Racka, freda, studafran.

  [giggles]