The Flintstones (TV Series)
The Little Stranger (1962)
Alan Reed: Fred Flintstone
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Quotes
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Wilma Flintstone : Why, it's been weeks since you had a good word for anybody or anything.
Fred Flintstone : Oh, yeah? How about last night? I had something good to say about your mother.
Wilma Flintstone : My mother?
Fred Flintstone : Yeah, I said it's a good thing she lives 50 miles away!
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Fred Flintstone : Ooh, that Arnold. I tried to like him. I tried to be nice to him. BUT I CAN'T STAND HIM!
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Fred Flintstone : Hey, there's Arnold. I got a score to settle with him. Hold it, ya little pirate! Thought you could fool me, huh?
Arnold : I beg your pardon?
[Fred and Barney run towards Arnold]
Fred Flintstone : You and your special rates. I'm paying 46 cents a week now instead of 45 cents.
Arnold : You are? Oh, Mr. Flintstone, I apologize. You have a legitimate complaint.
Fred Flintstone : Thought you could pull a fast one on me, huh?
Arnold : Well, let's see, now. Six times six for the daily paper is 36, right?
Fred Flintstone : Yeah, and 10 cents for the Sunday paper makes a total of 46 cents.
Arnold : When you were paying 15 cents for the Sunday paper, your bill was only 45 cents, right?
Fred Flintstone : Right.
Arnold : I'll tell you what I'll do, Mr. Flintstone. I'll let you go back to paying me 15 cents for the Sunday paper. How about it?
Fred Flintstone : Okay, it's a deal. Now, I'm only being tough for your own good, Arnold. I hope you'll profit from it.
Arnold : I certainly hope to, Mr. Flintstone.
[leaves]
Arnold : Good day and thank you.
Barney Rubble : Uh, Fred?
Fred Flintstone : Yeah?
Barney Rubble : I hate to say this, but Arnold did it again.
[Fred realizes he's been tricked again]
Fred Flintstone : [to Arnold] Come back here, you... BABY BANDIT! COME BACK HERE!
[Barney holds him back]
Fred Flintstone : OOH, IF I EVER GET MY HANDS ON YOU, I'LL PULVERIZE YOU! LET ME AT HIM, BARNEY, LET ME AT HIM!
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Fred Flintstone : As of now, I am canceling my subscription.
Arnold : Why?
Fred Flintstone : Why? Because more and more, that paper of yours is failing to fulfill its obligation to the public. That's why.
Arnold : Oh, I don't understand what you mean.
Fred Flintstone : I mean your comics section has shrunk to almost nothing. Only 15 measly comic strips in the whole thing. You call that a newspaper? Ha!
Arnold : Well, gee, Mr. Flintstone, I'd sure hate to lose you as a customer. I'll tell you what. I'll give you a special rate.
Fred Flintstone : A special rate?
Arnold : Uh-huh. Let's see now. You're paying 5 cents a copy on weekdays and 15 cents on Sundays, right?
Fred Flintstone : 5 cents weekdays, 15 cents on Sundays. That's right.
Arnold : Well, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'll charge ya 6 cents for the daily paper, but only a dime on Sundays. What do you say?
Fred Flintstone : Hmm. Well, that sounds like a fair enough deal. Okay, Arnold, under those conditions, I'll stay your customer.
Arnold : I thought you would, Mr. Flintstone.
[leaves]
Arnold : Goodbye, gentlemen.
Fred Flintstone : So long, Arnold.
[laughs proudly]
Fred Flintstone : I suppose you think I took advantage of the kid, Barney.
[walks off]
Fred Flintstone : But I just did that to teach him a lesson.
Barney Rubble : Well, Fred, you're paying 46 cents a week now instead of 45 cents.
Fred Flintstone : Huh?
[stops]
Fred Flintstone : Why, that little... He took advantage of me. Hey, Arnold! Come back here!
Barney Rubble : It's too late, Fred. He's gone.
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Fred Flintstone : Uh-oh. Look who's there.
Barney Rubble : Who, Fred?
Fred Flintstone : That smart-alecky kid, Arnold, who delivers our newspapers.
Barney Rubble : So what?
Fred Flintstone : So every time I see him, we have a battle of wits.
Barney Rubble : Oh, I get it. You're out of ammunition.
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Pearl Slaghoople : [on the phone] Hello?
Fred Flintstone : Hi, Mom. This is son-in-law, Fred.
Pearl Slaghoople : Fred? Don't tell me Wilma has finally come to her senses and is leaving you?
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Arnold : Hello, Mr. Flintstone.
Fred Flintstone : Arnold? Go on home. This is no place for children at a time like this.
Wilma Flintstone : Fred, what are you saying? Arnold IS our little visitor.
Fred Flintstone : Arnold? Ar-Ar-Ar-Ar-Ar-Ar-Arnold is our-our little v-v-visitor?
Arnold : Yes, sirree, and I'm staying two weeks.
Pearl Slaghoople : And I'm staying for six months.
[Fred cracks up and collapse]
Doctor : [enters and knocks on the door] Pardon me. Does somebody need a doctor here?
Pearl Slaghoople : [referring to Fred] Yeah. That 200 pounds of blubber on the floor.