All language subtitles for The.Flintstones.S02E06-The.Rock.Quarry.Story.1080p.BRRip.Opus.x265-NH

You're going to have to excuse me.

My girlfriend and I are going to Central City
to see our very favorite film star, Rock Quarry.

It's him!

Fred! Fred! It's him! It's him!
Do you know who that is?

That's Rock Quarry out there!

Wowee!

- Did you read this, Wilma?
- Read what?

Rock Quarry will be
in Central City tonight. Listen.

"Rock Quarry, famous film star makes personal
appearance at Central Theater tonight."

Rock Quarry, my very favorite movie star.

I thought Gary Granite was.

He is, he is.
He's another of my very favorites.

I've got a lot of very favorites,
like Jimmy Slagney, Tab Boulder...

Lots of them.

I have, too, but Rock
is my very, very favorite.

Betty, what do you say, after dinner we drive
over to Central City and see Rock in person.

Wonderful, we'll rush the
boys through dinner and take off.

I never have to rush Fred through dinner.

He eats as if food is going to
be declared illegal any minute.

I'll go home and start
Barney's dinner right away.

- I'll see you later, Wilma.
- Betty!

Don't forget your autograph book.

Don't think I won't bring one.

I can't believe it.

Rock Quarry. So near.

Just over in Central City.

We want Rock!

We want Rock!

We want Rock!

We want Rock!

We want Rock!

Well, I don't understand
why you're beefing, Rock.

Everything is going great.

Sure.

It's bad enough I have to act in the kind
of pictures you get for me at Lemon Studios.

But now I've to go out on these
personal appearance bushwhacking junkets...

to help sell them.

So what's wrong with that?

I'm sick of being mauled by crowds.
Everywhere I go, I'm mobbed.

I never have a minute to myself.

Signing autographs, shaking hands.

I'm fed up with all this adulation.

I have no privacy.

I can't even look out the window. Watch.

Hey, Rock! I love you, Rock!

Blow me a kiss, Rock!

See, what I mean? I'm tired of all this.

But you're not tired of picking
up that fat check every week.

You're not tired of that heart-shaped
swimming pool in Hollyrock.

Maybe you'd like to go back to being
just Gus Schultz, attendant

in that gas station we found you in?

But, Rock-baby, look at me. We're fighting.

That's not like us.

I love you like a son.

A son? Better than a son.

Who has a son
that grosses four million a picture?

Rocky-baby, take a nap.

You've got a big night ahead of you.
Seven shows.

Think of me as your friend, Rock,

not as the head of a studio
that owns your long-term ironclad contract.

I'll see you later, Rock-baby.

Boy. The star system.

He can say what he wants but at
least at the gas station, I had friends.

They liked me because I was just plain
Gus Schultz

not because I was Rock
Quarry, the movie star.

I got to get out of this rat race.
I got to get away from all this.

I'll get in the car, drive to
some small town, lose myself.

There's got to be someplace where people
don't know me,

some place where they'll talk to me
without asking for my autograph.

Hello, Lemon Studios? Rock's gone.

That's what I said. He
disappeared, ran away.

I want no publicity on this, understand?

On this end, I'll say he had to rush back
to Hollyrock for retakes.

You know how to handle it out there.
I'll keep in touch. So long.

Boy, how could Rock do this to me?

It doesn't look good when a star runs away
from his own picture.

Hey, Fred, Fred, there's a boulevard stop
coming up.

Barney, my eyesight is as good as yours.

And I can see that stop
sign as plain as you.

So I'll ask you to stop
being a back-seat driver or...

What's the matter with you, mister?

Why don't you put your hand out
when you make a left turn?

A left turn? I was going straight.

Look, buster, you're at
fault, and I can prove it.

I got a disinterested witness here,

my neighbor and best friend, Barney Rubble.

Tell him, Barney buddy,
tell him just how it happened.

You drove through a boulevard stop, Fred,
and hit that man's car.

What did I tell you?
Right through the boulevard stop and...

And you hit that man's car.

I don't understand.

It wasn't there yesterday.

It could happen to anyone.

Think nothing of it. I'll
forget about it if you will.

Well, okay. but drive a little
more carefully next time, will you, bud?

- Sure.
- And to show you there's no hard feelings,

join me in a cool drink
at the Bedrock Juice Bar.

Well, thanks. That sounds great.

You must be a stranger around here, fella.

I've never seen you
before. What's your name?

Gus, Gus Schultz.

He doesn't know me. I
didn't think it was possible.

This is great.

And what is your name, mister?

I'm Fred Flintstone and this is my ex-buddy

and false friend, Barney Rubble.

You went right through the stop sign.

I'm in the market for a new best friend.

Are you going to be in town long, Gus?

Right through the stop sign! Pow!

You'll get "pow" if you don't keep quiet.

Sorry, Gus. What were you saying?

Well, I just quit a job,
and I could stay here.

It seems like a nice, friendly little town.

Friendly? Gus, I'll show
you how friendly it is.

You're coming home with me for dinner.

Stop sign. Car.

Pow!

Well, that's the way it happened, Fred.

Now what's keeping Fred?

The one night I want to
do something, he's late.

Well, I'm going over to see Rock Quarry
with Betty, no matter what.

Now, who could that be?

Hello? It's you, Fred. Where are you?
Why aren't you home yet?

Listen, honey, have I
got a nice surprise for you.

I'm bringing home a friend
for one of your wonderful dinners.

Is everything all right, Fred?

Sure. She said she'd be delighted.

Yeah, Wilma. Steaks
will be fine, sweetheart.

We'll be home in 10 minutes, dear.

You know, Fred, maybe
you better not take me home.

Are you kidding?
Wilma's anxious to meet you. Let's go.

Okay, if you say so.

Boy.

You'll like Wilma, Gus.
She's a lot of laughs.

You're sure she won't mind?

Listen, Gus, we've got the
continental system in my house.

The man is boss.

It's my domain, and I am king.

You ought to be, Fred.
You've been crowned enough times.

Wilma, we're home.
Come on out and meet my friend Gus.

Will you step into the kitchen
for a minute, Fred?

Sure, honey. Excuse me
a minute, will you, Gus?

Sure. Go ahead, Fred.

This is it. A real home.

Not like those ornate, plushy hotel suites.

This is basic, a man's
castle, his loving wife.

I don't care, Fred Flintstone.

I'm not cooking meals for every
character you meet at juice bars.

- Shh! Gus will hear.
- Gus, schmus. I just won't do it.

Please, Wilma. Nothing fancy.
Gus will take potluck.

Potluck? Okay, here, the pot!

Now go out there and tell Gus to get lost.

Gee, I can't do that, Wilma.

Well, I can. I'll have no problem at all.

What's the matter with me?

I'm being downright rude to Fred's guest.

I'll explain the situation to him.

And he and Fred can fix their own dinner.

Mr. Schultz, you're very welcome
to stay for dinner

but you're going to have to excuse me.

My girlfriend and I are going to Central City
to see our very favorite film star, Rock Quarry.

Well, that's quite all
right, Mrs. Flintstone.

It's him!

It's him! It's him!

Fred! Fred!

Fred! Fred! It's him! It's him!

Do you know who that is?
Do you know who's in our house?

Of course I know who
it is. It's Gus Schultz.

Gus Schultz?

Fred, that's Rock Quarry out there!

And who is Rock Quarry?

Who is Rock Quarry? Who is Rock Quarry?

Why, Rock Quarry is one of
the biggest stars in Hollyrock.

That's a laugh.

A big Hollyrock star has nothing else to do
but come here for dinner

be insulted by his host's wife, and eat cold
cuts all because he has no place else to go.

He can't get a date.

So he has to spend the evening
with the Fred Flintstones

at their Bedrock mansion.

- Makes a lot of sense, don't it?
- No, it doesn't.

Wilma, you read so many movie magazines,
you think everybody is a star.

Now go on out and chat with Gus
while I fix us some cold cuts.

Okay, Fred.

Gus, did anyone ever tell you,
you look like Rock Quarry, the movie star?

Yep. There must be a slight resemblance.

A couple of people have mentioned it.

Yoohoo, Wilma,
I've got my autograph book. Let's go.

Okay, Betty, but first,
I want you to meet someone. Come on in.

- Who is it, Wilma?
- A new friend of Fred's.

This is my best friend, Betty Rubble.

How do you do, Mrs. Rubble?

Aah! It's him!

It's him! It's him!

Wilma!

It's him!

Hey, what's the matter with her?

Wilma, Wilma, come in here, quick.

That's the meanest thing
I ever heard of, Wilma.

You have Rock Quarry over here all
to yourself and you don't even call me.

Betty, he is not Rock Quarry.

What do you take me for, Wilma?

As if anybody could fool
me about Rock Quarry.

Well, I'm going to get his autograph,
and then I'm going home.

Barney and I are packing up and moving
from this double-crossing neighborhood.

And I thought you were
my friend. Some friend!

Would you sign my autograph book, please?

Why, certainly, Mrs. Rubble.
It would be a pleasure.

- Here you are.
- Thank you. I'll always treasure this.

"To Betty Rubble, from Gus Schultz."

Gus Schultz? You are Gus Schultz?

That's my name, Mrs. Rubble.

He had me fooled for a minute, too, Betty.

And if we're going to see the real Rock Quarry
we'd better get started for Central City.

Gus Schultz. Can you imagine?

Enjoy yourself, fellas,
and just leave the dishes.

Ta-ta!

I've never seen the
girls act so goofy before.

I guess they're keyed up about going
to see what's-his-name, the movie star.

Yep. I guess that's what it is.

Hey, Gus, instead of eating cold cuts,
what do you say we grab a bite out,

like, down at the bowling alley.

Swell. And maybe we can bowl a few games.

Okay. Loser pays for dinner and bowling.

- What's your average?
- Well, not too hot.

The last league I bowled
in, my average was 197.

Well, I say we'll have to get Barney
to come along with us.

I thought you were mad at him.

Mad at Barney? No.
How could I stay mad at him?

He's the only guy I know I
can beat every time at bowling.

And a bowling pigeon is hard to find.

Hey, Barney, get your bowling ball.
We're gonna roll a few games.

Quiet, Fred. I got an
important call going here.

I'm sorry, Barney. Take your time.

Excuse me, Joe. Someone just walked in.

Like I was saying, we were driving along
and we come to this boulevard stop, see?

But do we stop? We do not.
Fred drives right through the stop sign.

And pow! Right into another car.

Yeah, that's right. He
didn't even slow down.

Just pow! Right smack into another car.

Well, I gotta go now. Be seeing you, Joe.

My regards to the missis. So long, Joe!

Come on, Barney. You're
holding up the game.

Okay, okay, Fred. Don't rush me.

No!

I got nice action on that one, right, Fred?

Brother. Another stylist.

Nobody just plain old bowls anymore.

My hook is working pretty good today.

And so is your luck, buster.

What's the matter, Fred?

My finger must be all swelled up.
It's stuck in the ball.

I'll get it out, Fred.
A little tap with this will free it.

Well, be careful. Don't nick the ball.
I'm still paying on it.

Hold still, Fred.

- Works every time, Fred.
- Why, you...

Whale on the beach! Whale on the beach!

Whale on the beach!

Whale on the beach! Whale on the beach!

Boy. Someday.

Someday he's going to go too far.

Look, Wilma, that mob of women
in front of the theater.

They're mad about
something. What's going on?

It sounds like a revolution. Let's go see.

Don't let them get away with it.
We got our rights.

- What's happening, miss?
- They called the show off, that's what.

And we women
are going to do something about it.

What're you gonna do?

We're gonna tear the building down
brick by brick.

Okay, girls! Charge!

Here they come. Now hold tight.

Let us in! Let us in!

They're going to get us, B.L.

They'll overrun us
with their bouffant hairdos

and their long, painted nails.

Charlie, Charlie, don't.
Get a grip on yourself.

Charlie, pull yourself together, man.

This is no time to go to pieces.

Thanks, B. L., I needed that.

We'll go down together like heroes.

We won't have to. I've got an idea.

Hold it! Hold it out there!

I send in a couple of representatives
and I'll explain what happened.

You mean Rock Quarry was
suddenly called back to Hollyrock?

That's right.

He had to make some stupendous retakes.

That's why he's not here.

How do we know you're telling the truth?

I'll prove it to you. I'll let
you talk to him yourself.

Operator, let me talk to Rock Quarry
at the Lemon Studios in Hollyrock.

Person-to-person.

Person-to-person call
for Rock from Central City.

Get that promotional record
from his last picture, quick.

All set, boss.

Hello from Hollyrock.

This is Rock Quarry speaking to you.

It's him, Betty.

- If you liked me in my last picture...
- We did, Rock.

-...you'll love me in my new picture,
Rock with Rock.

Ooh!

That sounds great.

I hope you go to see my new picture
when it plays at your local theater.

We will! We will!

This is Rock Quarry,
saying a fond farewell from Hollyrock.

Goodbye, Rock.

There, you see. I told
you he was in Hollyrock.

Ladies, Ladies, I'm talking to you.

After talking to Rock Quarry,
who wants to talk to you?

- We had a good evening, fellas?
- Yep. Swell.

And tomorrow we'll shoot some pool.
That ought to be a lot of fun.

- Maybe he doesn't know how.
- Yeah, I know.

And we'll get him into the Secret Order
of the Dinosaur Lodge next week.

Yeah, sure.

Boy, this "being
real folks" is not for me.

I'm a star, I miss the
crowds, the adulation,

the autographs, the
smog, the Hollyrock parties.

That's my real life.
I'll tell Fred and Barney who I am.

They'll get a big kick out of it.

Fellas, I have a surprise for you.

Wilma and Betty were right.
I'm really Rock Quarry.

Did you hear that, Barney?
Gus thinks he's Rock Quarry.

Look, fellas, don't you know me?
I really am Rock Quarry.

- Don't you want my autograph?
- No. Do you want mine?

I am a big star, loved by millions.
Honest, fellas.

Look, Gus, you got your laugh.
Let it go at that.

Fred, we're home.
And you'll never guess who we talked to.

All the way from Hollyrock.

From Hollyrock? Who?

- Rock Quarry.
- Rock Quarry?

You couldn't have.

Listen, Gus, our wives just said
they talked to him.

But that's impossible.

- Why do you say it's impossible, Gus?
- Because I'm Rock Quarry.

I am! I am honest, I am!

Barney, this guy's off the deep end.
We got to get him out of here.

I hate to say this, Gus,
but you better leave.

What? You're telling me to leave?

A movie star may get thrown out of
nightclubs but never out of people's homes.

Yeah?
Well, you're gonna get thrown out of here.

Wait, I can prove I'm Rock Quarry.

- Wait, let him prove it, Fred.
- That should be fun.

Now, you girls have seen all my pictures
and you know all the parts I've played.

I'll go into this room and come out
in one of my favorite roles.

- I hope I can keep a straight face.
- Me, too.

You remember my big hit,
Dr. Jekyll's Hide?

Well, get a load of this.

Great, isn't it?

Gus, you kill me.

Okay, okay, maybe you didn't see that
picture but you won't miss the next one.

Do you remember The Dancing Playboy?

- I can't stand it.
- Stop laughing! I am Rock Quarry, honest.

Do you remember Fast-Draw Rock,
my great Western?

Well, watch this.

Pow. Pow!

Stop it! I can't stand it.

Hey, Gus, I bet I'm faster than you.

Pow. Pow!

- Boy, what a kook.
- I am not a kook.

- All right, that does it, Schultz! Out! Out! Out!
- I'll help you, Fred.

I tell you, I'm Rock
Quarry. I am Rock Quarry!

I am Rock Quarry.

I am so Rock Quarry.

Rock, Rock-baby!

We've been looking all over for you.

- Where you been?
- You know me, don't you, B. L.?

Of course, baby. You're Rock Quarry,
the great Hollyrock actor

and here comes your fans.

There he is,
girls! There's Rock Quarry.

Give me your autograph, Rock.

- I love you, Rock.
- Here you are, miss.

- Sign mine next, Rock.
- I was here first.

Gee, you're great, Mr. Quarry.

Wilma, Gus Schultz is Rock Quarry!

And he's driving away! Come back, Rock!

We believe you! We believe you!

Wilma, we had Rock Quarry right here
all to ourselves.

- And he'd still be here except for...
- Fred and Barney.

Wilma, what are you doing? Put me down!

Hey, what did I do? What did I do?

Why did the girls throw
us in the pool, Fred?

I don't know, but something tells me
we ought to stay here for a while.

Aren't we the ones?

Once in our lifetime we meet a movie star
and we kick him out of the house.

We should have our heads examined.

- I'll see who it is, Betty.
- Okay, Wilma.

Hey, pardon me, miss. I'm
looking for my friend, Rock Quarry.

I heard he was here.

My name is Gary Granite.

Gary Granite?

Betty, Betty, you'll
never guess who's here.

Come in, Mr. Granite. Come in.

It's wonderful talking
to you like this, Mr. Granite.

It's my pleasure, ladies.

We had Rock Quarry here,
and we didn't even know it.

Can you imagine?

Flintstone residence.

Yes, he's here. It's for you, Gary. Here.

Hello, Ingrid.

I'm sorry, I can't. I'm all
tied up at the moment.

He's not kidding, Betty,
and it could be for a long moment.

Right. We're not letting this one go.

Wilma!

Wilma!

Come on, Wilma, open the door!

Wilma!