All language subtitles for The.Flintstones.S04E25.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[instrumental music]

Look, Pebbles honey. Wanna play on the teeter-totter?

[babbling]

(Fred) 'Ha-ha-ha! Yeah.'

Hey, Dino, why don't you get on with the baby?

Uh-uh.

Ah, don't pay any attention to Dino, Pebbles.

You can't get hurt just sitting on a seesaw.

[clanking]

Evening, Mr. Flintstone.

- Here's your paper. - 'Oh, no! Hold it!'

Hold it!

Every time you throw the paper

you hit me on my head with it.

I'll be careful, Mr. Flintstone.

- I'll throw it way over there. - Well, okay.

- But watch it, buster. - Right.

Oh, boy!

Ouch!

crack

Goodbye, Mr. Flintstone!

That Arnold.

I don't know whether to cancel my subscription

or increase my accident insurance.

[babbling]

You said it, sweetheart. The paper's all broken.

Hm.

"Famed Honeyrock Hotel

to be torn do.."

Torn down? Oh, that's a shame!

I met your mommy at that hotel, Pebbles.

I'll take Pebbles in now, Fred. You better come in, too.

We're having dinner at the Rubbles'.

- And it's time to get ready. - Yeah.

Hey, Wilma, they're tearing down the old Honeyrock Hotel!

- No! - Yeah.

To make room for a supermarket.

(Wilma) 'Oh, read it to me later, Fred.'

'I've got to get Pebbles into the house.'

Boy, what a shame.

Well, I guess sooner or later

everything has to come down.

thud

thud

Yeah, everything.

[theme song]

[squawks]

Yabba-dabba-doo!

♪ Flintstones meet the Flintstones ♪

♪ They're the modern Stone-Age family ♪

♪ From the town of Bedrock ♪

♪ They're a page right out of history ♪

♪ Let's ride with the family down the street ♪

♪ Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet ♪

♪ When you're with the Flintstones ♪

♪ Have a yabba-dabba-doo time ♪

♪ A dabba-doo time ♪

♪ We'll have a gay old time ♪

That was the most delicious meal, Betty.

I'm so glad you enjoyed it, Wilma.

Yes, sir, Betty's the best.

[slurping]

Uh, yes, sir, Betty

you sure are..

[slurping] ...some cook.

I don't know when I tasted better stegosaurus ribs.

Why, thank you, Fred.

Bam, bam, bam, bam!

(Barney) Hey, look at that, Betty.

Bamm-Bamm thinks you're a good cook, too.

Yeah, give Bamm-Bamm and Pebbles

peanut-butter sandwiches, and they're happy.

Say, let's have our cactus sherbet in the living room.

- Okay, Wilma? - Fine, Betty.

I'll just take some of these dishes into the kitchen.

[grunting]

Oh, Barney, this door is stuck again.

[babbling]

Oh, Bamm-Bamm!

When are you going to realize your own strength?

But thanks.

Boy, Betty, this sherbet is sure good.

You said it, Barn. I'm gonna have another. Yeow!

Betty, I thought you said this cactus sherbet was safe to eat.

Here's a cactus needle.

(Betty) Oh, I'm sorry, Fred.

But that's what the man at the market said.

Oh, speaking of markets

do you they're tearing down the old Honeyrock Hotel

'to make room for a supermarket?'

Oh, for heaven's sake.

How could they tear down that lovely hotel

to make room for a supermarket?

I guess people are more interested

in shoppin' than stoppin'.

[laughing]

[laughing] Oh, boy.

No, it's a shame. I almost cried when Fred told me about it.

(Barney) Gee, uh, I'm a little choked up myself.

The Honeyrock Hotel

was were I first met my darling wife.

- Mwah, mwah. - Oh, Barney.

We met there, too, Wilma. The Honeyrock Hotel.

Ah! That was a wonderful summer, wasn't it?

- I'll never forget it. - Yeah, me neither.

Hey, uh, how long ago was it? Uh, 14, 15 years?

(Fred) 'Sixteen, Barney.'

- Are you sure? - Sure, I'm sure, Barn.

I remember it was the summer

my father gave me my first straight razor.

(Fred) You and I had just started working

as bellboys at the Honeyrock Hotel.

[bell ringing]

Front, boy.

(Fred) 'Yes, sir, Mr. Stonyface.'

screech

Show Mr. Roxon Rocks

and the rest of his luggage

to room 402.

Uh, yes, sir. R-right away.

Oh, uh, front, boy.

screech

Uh, yes, Fred?

Uh, take this luggage to room 402.

(Barney) 'Right, Fred.'

[Barney groans]

(Barney) Oh! Okay, Fred.

- Is that all? - 'Uh, yeah, Barney.'

- 'I'll handle the rest of it.' - Ooh.

Thanks, Fred. You're a real pal.

They tell me Conrad Hailstone started this way.

[instrumental music]

(Stonyface) 'Doris, you take station five.'

Gloria, you take station three.

And you new girls take station one and two

where I can keep an eye on you.

- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

Now, there's no need to be nervous.

We can't help it, sir.

We've never waited on a table before.

I-in fact, this is the first job we've ever had.

Well, there's nothing to it. I'm sure you girls will..

[clanking]

Uh-oh. Wrong door, Doris.

I'm sorry.

You girls watch that, too.

Remember, accidents begin

when in is used for out

and out is used for in.

'Remember that, and you'll avoid accidents.'

(both) Yes, sir.

Excuse me, Mr. Stonyface

'you're wanted in the kitchen.'

Thank you.

thud

(both) Remember, in the kitchen through in

out, through out.

[laughing]

Cuckcoo! Cuckcoo! Cuckcoo!

It's not really three o'clock. I just got hungry.

- How's it going, Betty? - Swell.

Just remember, in the kitchen through in.

Yeah, and out means out.

[clattering]

[gasping]

We know.

Accidents begin when in is used for out.

And out is used for in.

Hey, uh, let's hurry, huh, Fred.

We don't wanna waste our afternoon off.

Take it easy, Barney, we got till six o'clock.

And we wanna look our best, don't we

in case we meet some beautiful, rich girls

who will take a shine to us.

Yeah, oh, that would be nice.

Of course, I wouldn't mind having a beautiful poor girl

take a shine to me neither.

There ain't no such creature around here, Barn.

This hotel is the playground of the wealthy.

That it is, Fred. That it is.

Ouch! I washed it this morning and I can't do a thing with it.

- 'Your hair?' - No, my comb.

[laughing]

Ha-ha..ho!

Come on, let's go!

[instrumental music]

Betty, we only have till six o'clock.

Are you gonna spend our whole afternoon off admiring yourself?

Now, Wilma, I just want to be sure I look alright.

Suppose I run into a rich, handsome young man.

- Betty. - Well..

The woods are full of them.

And maybe one of them might succumb

to my obvious charms.

Betty Jean McBricker, what kind of talk is that?

But if you should happen to meet a rich, handsome young man

I hope you'll remember to do one thing.

What?

Ask him if he's got a friend for me.

[laughing] Oh, Wilma.

[chuckling]

Shall we go?

If you can tear yourself away from

yourself, yes.

What do we do this afternoon, Fred?

I don't know, Barney, but it'll have to be something

that doesn't take any money.

- I'm broke. - Yeah, me, too.

[crashing]

Uh, having trouble, mister?

I certainly am.

I wonder if you'd be a good lad and park this for me.

I just don't seem to have the knack.

- Uh, sure. - Wow! That'll be jolly.

Oh, here is a little something for your trouble.

Thanks, mister.

Fifty bucks?

Gee, thanks, mister. Thanks.

Barney, he gave me fifty bucks! He must be rich!

Oh, yes, Fred, in-doub-tebly.

That's Reggie Roxon Rocks, the multi-multi-millionaire!

That's a multi-multi-millionaire?

Boy, what a cheapskate he is.

[instrumental music]

That's how the other half lives, Betty.

It wouldn't be too hard to take.

But we are lucky just to be working

in a place like this for the summer.

You're right.

Say, look at that car.

(Wilma) 'Isn't it a beauty?'

(Betty) Ah. Oh, it's dreamy.

Look, real cave-bear interior

and everything.

- Wilma, what are you doing? - Mm..

I just want to see how it feels to sit in a car like this.

- You know something? - What?

It feels pretty good.

Say, look at the turkey horn.

Honk.

Isn't that something?

'Honk.'

'Ho..'

Uh-oh! Uh-oh, now you did it.

(Betty and Wilma) 'The horn's stuck!'

Let go of the string. Let go of the string.

Ho..

snap

[panting]

These peasants.

There's a space at the other end of the parking lot.

Yeah, watch me whip her in.

Uh-oh, here comes someone.

Let's get out before they see us.

Too late.

Wow, what a beautiful girl!

(Barney) Man, oh, manny! She's something.

And look at that car.

They must be millionaires' daughters.

- Think so? - I know so.

I can spot the real thing a mile away.

Look at that car. They must be sons of millionaires.

Yeah. Say, the little one is kinda cute.

What's that on the big one's face?

That's his nose.

Oh.

[laughing]

I, uh, hope

you don't mind my parking

next to your beautiful car.

Oh, uh, this car isn't..

Uh, uh, this car

isn't as beautiful as your car.

Oh, this car isn't.. Uh..

Uh, th-this car isn't that beautiful.

I, uh, guess you girls are staying at the hotel, eh?

- Uh, well-- - 'Now that's a silly question.'

Fred, where else would millionaires' daughters

be staying?

(Wilma) 'Are you, uh, boys'

'staying at the hotel?'

- Uh, well-- - Naturally, Wilma.

Where else would millionaires' sons be staying?

[all laughing]

Hey, it's nice meetin' you.

My name is Fred Flintstone

and this is Barney Rubble.

Uh, pleased to meet you.

I'm, uh, Wilma and this is my friend Betty.

How do you do?

Say, how would you girls like to see a movie?

There's a great picture showing in town.

Uh, "One Million BC."

It's all about life in the future.

- Uh, well-- - We'd love to see it.

(Fred) Well, good. Let's go.

Hey, how are we gonna get to town? Uh, uh..

I mean, whose car are we taking?

(Wilma) 'Uh, yeah.'

'I-I just assume it wasn't mine, uh..'

I'm so bored with driving. Hm.

You know something? So am I.

The way things are, I'll probably

never drive that car again.

I'll tell you what, let's do like the poor people do, walk.

What a novel idea.

I hope I haven't forgotten how.

I got a better idea. Let's take the bus.

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Hey, i-it will give us a chance

to see how the other half lives.

[all laughing]

Boy, oh, boy, did you ever hear so much baloney

being sliced up and tossed around?

It just goes to prove what I've always said.

People are phony.

Uh, what business did you say

you were in, Fred?

Why, uh, uh, we're in the

uh, uh leather business.

Uh, we, uh, handle ladies and gentlemen's luggage.

Oh, that's nice.

And how is business?

Well, not bad. Not bad at all.

'In fact, you might say it keeps us hopping.'

[laughing] Yeah. Yeah. Bell hopping.

[laughing]

Uh-oh! Here-here comes the bus.

[instrumental music]

All aboard.

This one is on me.

Uh, take it out of this.

A $50 bill?

Uh, sorry, it's the smallest I got.

'And, uh, while you're at it'

'uh, take an extra dime for yourself.'

Thanks, Mac.

[bell ringing]

[instrumental music]

(man on screen) 'Yes, Pamela, I have deceived you.'

'I could be masquerading as a man of wealth'

'while I am really just an employee at the golf club.'

(Pamela on screen) 'If that is true, you are nothing but a cad.'

(man on screen) 'No, Pamela, not a cad, a caddie.'

'I'm sorry, my dear, how you must despise me.'

(Pamela on screen) 'Then I too have a confession.'

'I am not a duchess.'

- 'What?' - 'I work in a bakery.'

- 'I am a jellyist.' - 'A jellyist?'

(Pamela on screen) 'Yes. I put the jelly in the jelly doughnuts.'

(man on screen) 'Pamela, Pamela, Pamela, how could you?'

[clinking]

"And though I met Fred only a week ago

"I feel I've known him all my life.

"He's so kind and sweet.

[clinking]

"I don't know how

"I'm ever going to tell him

I'm not a millionaire's daughter."

Wilma, you better hurry.

The dining room opens in a few minutes.

Okay, okay. I'm writing my mother.

'I told her I think I'm in love with Fred.'

I wrote my mother the same thing about Barney.

Oh, Betty, what are we going to do?

- We can't go on this way. - I know, I know.

But if we tell them we're not heiresses

it will be all over between us.

Millionaires stick to their own kind, you know?

I know.

I wish they were poor, like us.

"Masquerade party, Wednesday evening."

[scoffs] I wish we could take the girls to that party, huh, Fred?

Oh, forget it, Barney. We're working Wednesday evening.

- It's impossible. - Yeah, I know.

Fred, how long can we go on deceiving those nice girls?

I don't know, but if we tell them

we're only bellhops and not millionaires

it's goodbye, Charlie.

Yeah, that's for sure.

And I flipped over that Betty.

I wish the boys would invite us

to the big masquerade party Wednesday night.

So do I. But stop wishing, we're working that night.

(Betty) 'Yeah, I know.'

They used to think we little dragons

weren't good for anything.

Just think, Wilma.

If you were to marry Fred

you'd never have to iron again.

No, I suppose not.

Expect, may be his money.

You know, to keep it fresh and crisp.

[chuckling]

[knocking on door]

(Wilma) 'Come in.'

'Mother!'

My baby.

Oops! Watch out for my live alligator bag.

Sometimes it snaps.

Hello, Mrs. Slaghoople.

Hello, Betty dear.

Mother, what are you doing here?

I came to meet this Fred Flintstone of yours

and see if he's really as wonderful as you say.

(Wilma) He is, mother.

But when he finds out I've deceived him

he'll probably board his yacht and sail out of my life forever.

And Barney will do the same thing to me.

Hogwash!

If those boys really love you

they'll understand.

Now, my advice to you girls is to tell the boys the truth.

After all, being poor is no crime.

If it were, Wilma, your father would be

public enemy number one.

Your mother's right, Wilma.

We've got to tell the boys.

We'll tell them tonight when we see them after work.

You're working tonight?

Yeah, the whole town is having a big masquerade party

and asked us to help out.

Oh, well, I'll go down and register.

- I'll see you girls later. - Okay, mother.

You know, I can hardly wait to meet your millionaire.

He feels like a son to me already.

And it's not because he's rich.

I'd love him if he didn't have a dime.

Fine thing, here I am with a date after work tonight

and I haven't a dime.

Cheer up, Fred, I got a hunch

this is gonna be a good night for us.

Front, boy!

Hey-hey, that's you, Fred.

Uh, looks like, you got a big tipper, eh?

Oh, boy, that's just what I need.

Show the lady to room 313.

Yes, sir.

Don't bother, sonny, I can handle it.

Oh, it's no bother, ma'am, I'm here to be of service.

Let go!

I'm perfectly capable

of carrying my own suitcase!

But, ma'am, I can't let

'an old lady like you carry this bag up'

'three flights of stairs!'

Old lady?

Why, I could carry you

and this bag up three flight of stairs.

- Now, let go! - But, ma'am.

[grunts]

thud

Now look at what you've done, you knucklehead!

I'm awfully sorry, ma'am.

Just wait till my future son-in-law

hears about this. He'll have your job.

Well, he'd be a fool to take it. The pay is terrible.

- Here, let me help you. - Keep your paws off my things!

If you come near me again, I'll forget I'm a lady

and belt you one!

Sounds like the guests are having a great time

at the masquerade party, Fred.

Yeah. You know, Barney..

Wilma ought to be in there having fun.

Yeah, and Betty, too.

They didn't go because we told them

we couldn't go on account of business.

We got to tell the girls the truth

so they can forget us

and enjoy life with other millionaires.

Yeah, you're right, Fred.

If it wasn't for us acting like a couple of phonies

the girls would be enjoying that party right now.

[jazz music]

Cigars, cigarettes.

Cigars, cigarettes.

Um, no thanks, I already have some.

Oh, hi, Betty. How are you doing?

Well, I've sold three cigars and two packages of cigarettes.

Had a proposal from one gentleman

and gotten dirty looks from most of the ladies.

How are you doing?

[sneezes]

Now I'm catching cold.

That's how I'm doing.

Some costumes they gave us.

A little more material, and I'd have a bikini.

No, sir. I haven't seen Mr. Roxon Rocks all day.

Yes, I'll have him paged.

- Oh, boy. - 'Yes sir?'

(Stonyface) 'Page Mr. Roxon Rocks.'

'Long-distance call.'

Yes, sir.

Uh, he's probably at the party, Fred.

Okay, Barn.

Paging Mr. Roxon Rocks!

[music continues]

(Fred) 'Call'

'for Mr. Roxon Rocks!'

Call for Mr. Roxon Rocks!

Wow, what a party!

Hey, Fred, you can quit paging Mr. Roxon Rocks.

- They found him. - Thanks, Barney.

Say, look at all the gorgeous girls!

I don't wanna look at all the gorgeous girls, Fred.

I just wanna look at my gorgeous Betty.

Look, it's Betty and Wilma!

- There's Barney. - And Fred.

- Well, what are you doing here? - Yeah, what are you doing here?

- Uh, well, it's a.. - Well..

- It's a long story. - 'Yeah.'

Hey, I like those costumes you girls are wearing.

Yeah, that's an original idea, dressing as cigarette girls.

Uh, ha-ha. Thanks.

But what about you two masquerading as bellboys?

That's even more original.

[instrumental music]

- Wilma, will you dance with me? - Dance?

But, uh, I-I-I don't think I should.

I know I shouldn't, but I want to. Come on.

Monkey see, monkey do.

Monkey do.

Oh, Fred.

I wish this dance could go on forever.

Wilma, honey, there-there's something

I got to tell you.

There is?

Well, there's something

I've got to tell you, too.

Okay, honey, you first.

No, Freddie, after you.

Well, remember the day we met

uh, in the parking lot?

- Well-- - 'Well!'

(Stonyface) 'I hope you're enjoying yourselves.'

(both) Mr. Stonyface!

Since when do I pay bellboys

to dance with cigarette girls?

A bellboy?

C-c-cig-ga-rette girl?

Oh, hiya, Mr. Stonyface. Nice party you got here.

Y-yeah, Mr.-Mr. Stonyface!

Alright, all of you, out, out! You're fired!

Fired?

Fired!

You can dance your way

to the unemployment office!

Now out, out, out!

I'll never forget the hurt look on Fred's face

when I said goodbye forever.

And good riddance. That phony millionaire.

Mother, I was just as dishonest with Fred as he was with me.

Besides, I still love him.

And I love Barney.

And I don't know I'll ever see him again.

Wilma, look.

(Wilma) Mother, stop!

[tires screeching]

pop

(Pearl) 'Now, look'

and I haven't got a spare.

I tell you, that Fred Flintstone is a jinx!

- Barney. - Fred!

- Uh, yeah, Betty? - Yeah, Wilma?

You wouldn't just walk by

and leave us stranded here, would you?

Of course not, Wilma.

I'll have you on your way in a jiffy.

See, mother, Fred said he'd get us on our way, and he did.

Isn't he wonderful?

Oh, Barney, let's never deceive each other again.

It's a deal, honey.

[kissing]

And we'll never have secrets, will we, Fred?

(Fred) 'Never, Wilma.'

'From now on it's nothing but the truth!'

Come on, Fred. Faster, faster!

Okay, mother, but take it easy.

The speed limit's only 30 miles an hour around here.

[all laughing]

Yup, that sure was a wonderful summer

at Honeyrock Hotel.

And the best part of all was meeting you, sweetheart.

Oh, Barney, you're so sweet.

[kissing]

Fred, what was the nicest part of the summer for you?

Well, now, let me think.

- Well? - 'I remember.'

(Fred) 'When your mother finally got a spare wheel.'

- Oh, Fred. - For a son-in-law. You get it?

[both laughing]

Oh, Fred.

[kissing]

[kissing]

[giggling]

[theme song]

♪ Flintstones meet the Flintstones ♪

♪ They're the modern Stone-Age family ♪

♪ From the town of Bedrock ♪

♪ They're a page right out of history ♪

♪ Someday may be Fred will win the fight ♪

♪ And that cat will stay out for the night ♪

♪ When you're with the Flintstones ♪

♪ Have a yabba-dabba-doo time ♪

♪ A dabba-doo time ♪

♪ We'll have a gay old time ♪

♪ We'll have a gay old time ♪

Wilma!

bang bang bang

[instrumental music]