Original subtitles

Can it be possible, Frederico

that you feel this way too?

Si, signorina, con permesso.

I'll will tell you in song.

[singing in foreign language]

- That's him. - There he is.

Frederico.

I hate to leave you, my turtle

but the gondola is drifting.

It's time to row.

I understand.

[grunting]

[instrumental music]

[theme music]

[whistling]

[tires screeching]

[siren blaring]

[whistles]

[tires screeching]

[music continues]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

thud

slam

thud

[music continues]

Oh, boy, what a tough day.

I'm kinda bushed myself.

But you know, Barney boy, there's one thing

that makes it all worthwhile.

What's that, Fred?

Just realizing the wonderful thing

that'll happen the minute I step through that door.

Like, what'll happen?

A certain someone is waiting with a big hug and kiss

just for me.

Yeah, hey, that sounds great.

Uh, uh, who is it, Fred?

- My wife, who do you think? - Oh-oh, yeah, yeah.

[laughing]

Oh, Wilma, I'm home, dear!

[clopping]

No, no, no, Dino.

Wilma kisses me, you fetch my slippers.

[barking]

Uh, take it again from the top, Fred.

Oh, Wilma, I'm home.

(Barney) 'Uh, nobody home, Fred. Better relax.'

Huh, ah, the little angel's probably out

in the kitchen making my favorite dinner.

Brontosaurus fricassee.

Wilma!

It's me! Little Freddie!

slurp

Oh, what a lovely perfume.

Nothing too good for lover boy.

It's a special blend of gardenias, roses

and one other thing I can't remember.

Hic. Alcohol.

Whoopee!

Here, try some.

[both sniffing]

Whoa-wee, whoa, whoa, whoa. Smell that?

Yeah, probably the brontosaurus fricassee cooking.

Oh, if it is, I think she got

a hold of a bad brontosaurus.

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

You know what that is, Barney?

It's perfume.

Perfume.

That crazy Wilma will do anything for me.

Wilma, big daddy's home!

How's about a kiss?

Mu..

I better not look. This may be personal.

(Wilma) 'You sure it's on Channel 14?'

(Betty) 'Positive, always on Channel 14.'

What's on Channel 14?

Well, it ain't your brontosaurus fricassee.

Oh, this is so exciting.

Yeah, get ready, he'll be on in a minute.

Alright, alright, what's going on here?

- Is it some kind of a gag? - 'Quiet, Fred!'

Is that all the greeting I get, "Quiet, Fred?"

Well, at least she remembered your name.

Please, keep it down, fellows.

Roberto Rockolini is on television.

Roberto Rockolini? Who's that?

Who's that? Only the great Latin lover.

You know, with the curly hair and the big, white teeth.

And that adorable moustache.

Oh, shh, the movie is starting now.

[instrumental music]

Wilma, I want my dinner!

I'll get your dinner during the commercial.

- Now be still. - Look, there he is.

(both) Ooh!

[speaking in foreign language]

He says that so beautifully.

thud

(Fred) 'So, that's beautiful?'

I can't even tell what it means.

I can, it means we get our own dinner.

You want to join me in a peanut butter sandwich fricassee?

No, sir, not me.

This is my house and that's my wife

and she's gonna cook me my dinner!

And I'm staying right here till she does.

[speaking in foreign language]

Look, Wilma, this has gone far enough.

[chuckles] He's biting her ear.

Wilma!

Hmm, Qui Voi.

My dinner-o, remember?

Food-o, me-o?

(Wilma) 'I can't, what about Roberto?'

Look, at least he had an ear to nibble on.

I ain't had anything! I'm hungry!

(man on TV) 'We'll return to our movie right after'

'this word from our sponsors.'

It's the commercial, you've got 60 seconds.

[upbeat music]

- One ice cube. - One ice cube coming down.

splash

[sneezes]

[sniffling]

Oh, when will people

learn to close doors?

thud

(man on TV) 'And now, back to our movie.'

You made it.

chomp

[speaking in foreign language]

What did he say? What did he say?

I don't know, but I sure like the way he said it.

Oh, look.

He's taking her in his arms.

(Anna) 'No, no, no, Mario.'

(Mario) 'Si, si, si, Anna.'

He's going to kiss her!

(man on TV) 'And now, the weather.'

In the Rocky Mountains, cloudy.

In the Cloudy Mountains, rocky.

In the..

[both panting]

He takes a lot out of a woman.

- Doesn't he? - Huh!

Imagine being married to a man like that.

Oh, we mustn't talk like this.

I mean, he's attractive and dashing and all that.

But I have Fred.

'And he's, he's..'

[snoring]

Uh, he's, well..

Did you ever kiss a man with a moustache?

Uh-huh!

And you've never really kissed a man

until you've kissed one with a filter.

[chuckling]

[Fred mumbling]

[snoring]

(Betty) 'I better be getting home.'

I wonder what Fred would look like with a filter.

I-I mean, a mustache.

Ouch, hey, those things don't grow on trees, you know.

[snoring continues]

'I just wonder.'

[snoring continues]

Huh, huh, what? What's up?

Wha-what you doing?

Nothing, Fred.

(Fred) 'Oh, you're talking to me now.'

Well, I'm not talking to you.

Oh, you're not jealous of Roberto, are you?

Jealous, huh! Over that phony baloney?

Just because he is attractive and tall and dark and handsome?

I am not listening.

But then so are you.

Look, Wilma, I..

Well, I-I'm.. I'm not that tall.

Uh, remember how good-looking you were in high school?

[Fred chuckling]

(Fred) 'I was, wasn't I?'

You could be more so. Lose a little weight.

'Get some nice clothes and maybe even grow a mustache.'

A mustache.

(Wilma) 'A mustache.'

'Plus, all the other things you have to start with.'

- Oh, go on, Wilma. - You'd be a knockout, Fred.

She's right, you know.

There he is, Mr. Wonderful.

Yabba dabba doo!

You crazy kid.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest..

Oh, but we both know the answer.

And how..

...can you imagine

all this and a mustache too?

[creaking]

[shatters]

That does it.

I gotta give this stuff up.

clink

[humming]

No mail today, Mrs. Flintstone.

[humming continues]

- Hiya, Wilma. - Why, Barney and Betty.

Where have you two been lately?

Barney had to go on a business trip.

And at the last minute, I decided to go with him.

(Wilma) 'Come on in for coffee.'

(Barney) 'The trip did us a lot of good. I'm a changed man.'

Fred's a little changed too.

- Oh, you mean he's fatter? - It's more than that.

Oh, Fred!

(Fred) 'Coming, bellissima, my pink petunia'

'fairest of the fair.'

Hey, is that guy on TV again?

Oh, what an extremely pleasant circumstance to see you again.

Particularly the bellissima Betty.

Enchante.

And my buon confidante Bernardo.

'I trust your expedition was enjoyable.'

'Funiculi, Funicula and all that.'

Ah, there she is.

Light of my life.

My own radiant little dew drop.

Buongiorno, my sweet.

(Barney) 'Fred, Fred?'

Is it really you?

But of course, dear boy.

And that mustache, is it real?

Si, si. It is real.

You grew it yourself?

No, I had help, I called in a Japanese gardener.

- I'll fix some coffee. - I'll go with you.

[door closes]

The girls are gone. You can talk regular now, Fred.

But this is my normal voice.

(Barney) 'Oh, you got a sore throat?'

No, I don't have a sore throat.

(Barney) 'Then why're you wearing that bandage on your neck?'

This old man is an ascot.

- A-what's-cot? - 'An ascot, old boy.'

Nothing unusual. All us Casanovas wear them.

But this isn't like you, Fred.

Uh, but it is. This is me.

The real Fred Flintstone coming out.

It's been inside of me all the time.

You mean, all this time you've had an ingrown mustache?

Don't scoff, Bernardo.

Why, if everyone was like you

we'd be back in the Stone Ages.

But how in the world did you get Fred to do it?

Oh, a little flattery, you know.

'He does look kind of cute, don't you think?'

[whirring]

'Isn't instant coffee wonderful?'

(Betty) 'Yeah.'

But, Wilma, aren't you afraid other women

will find Fred attractive?

Other women?

Oh, come on, Betty.

'He's still the same old Fred.'

[crackling]

I don't know, with his new manners and appearance..

Oh, I hadn't really thought.

Uh, no, no. It can never happen.

And so, Bernardo, a bit of grooming

and my natural good looks has paid off handsomely.

[doorbell rings]

[Dino barking]

Go back, Dino. Back, boy.

You're not supposed to go out.

Cave-in Cosmetics calling.

Is the lady of the house at home?

One moment, fair lady.

I will summon her sweetness from the cuisine.

[Dino barking]

Ah!

- 'What was that scream?' - Well, that was her.

She took one look at Fred and then she sorta fell for him.

[laughing]

'Hey, I'll get her some water to break the spell.'

(Fred) 'Oh, she'll be alright.'

But now I must dash for the omnibus

and get off to work.

I'll buzz you later my bella pizza blossom.

Meanwhile.. Mwah.

Stay sweet.

Strange. Very strange.

She took one look at him and fell right into his arms.

Sorry, folks, the bus doesn't stop here anymore.

It stops at that other corner.

'There's one now, but you'll have to run for it.'

I still can't believe that Fred

could have this effect on a woman.

No? Take a look outside.

- Stop, stop. - Wait for me!

Hold it!

Now do you believe me?

Oh, Betty, what have I done?

I've created a monster.

- 'Fred, I've been thinking.' - Yes, my dear.

I talked you into all these new clothes

your debonair personality, that mustache.

And it wasn't really fair.

Oh, think nothing of it, my dear

I shall be eternally grateful.

I mean, if you don't want to wear that gimmicky mustache--

Oh, it's fine. Everybody seems to like it.

- Goodnight, Wilma. - Goodnight, Fred.

Everybody? Who's everybody?

Fred?

Can it be possible, Frederico

that you feel this way too?

Si, signorina, con permesso.

I will tell you in song.

[singing in foreign language]

That's him!

- There he is! - Frederico!

I hate to leave you, my turtle

but the gondola is drifting.

It's time to row.

I understand.

[grunting]

O sole mio, Frederico.

I've got him!

- Wait for me! - No, no, wait for me!

'Come back!'

Run, Fred, run, run.

[instrumental music]

Uh, we meet again

my adored mademoiselle from Armentieres.

Uh, Monsieur Frederick.

But this is dangerous.

If the king, my father--

Your father, poo-poo.

[speaking in foreign language]

[laughing]

Oh, Freddy guard. Here they come.

[laughing]

[gulps]

Fear not, mademoiselle. Merely observe.

Voila! Take that.

Well, what do you know. They took it.

swoosh

- Get him! - Isn't he adorable?

(female 1) 'Do not run away, cheri.'

(Wilma) Run, Fred. Run, run.

Run, they're after you, Fred. Run.

I-I'm running, Wilma. I'm running. I'm running.

Where-where to? W-w-why?

I'm sorry, Fred, I was just having a dream.

Oh, was that all?

Well, so was I.

(man on radio) 'And now the Breakfast News.'

'Police last night discovered the whereabouts'

'of Mrs. H.I. Pebble's husband, Ralph.'

'He had run away to Rockapulco with his secretary.'

'He was identified when he appeared'

'in a barber shop to get his mustache trimmed.'

'The lady barber took one look at his mustache and..'

Buongiorno, buongiorno, fairest of the fair.

You look simply ravishing.

Ugh.

You're beautiful when you say ugh.

Read your paper, Fred.

[Fred chuckling]

What's that headline?

"Husband leaves wife

shirks duty to go rooty-tooty with cutie."

Ugh.

There we are, ready for another day.

Yabba dabba-dabba doo.

But, Fred, not with that flower.

- Huh? - 'Uh..'

(Wilma) 'Very unhealthy, you know.'

'Uh, hay fever.'

'And you got some coffee on your mustache.'

- You better shave it off. - Shave off my mustache?

Well, I can't send it to the cleaners.

Oh, it's nothing, my dear. Hardly noticeable.

Hello, Bettissima.

[giggling]

Hello, Latin lover.

Alright, alright, but you're making a mistake.

You'd never catch me wearing a mustache like that.

- And, Fred. - Yes, my sweet.

Your hair is all wrong.

It-it should be casual.

'There, that's better.'

[telephone ringing]

Darling, I can't play now. Gotta grab the phone.

Well, how is it having a Latin lover around the house?

It's just awful.

Buongiorno, villa Flintstone.

Flintstone, get over to my house

and take my wife to the airport.

To the airport, my pleasure, boss, uh, Mr. Slate.

We're leaving on the 10 o'clock plane to Rockapulco.

A surprise visit to see her mother.

'I'll meet you at the airport.'

Be there, I'll call her now.

'And tell her to expect me.'

- 'Arrivederci.' - Arrivederci.

Arrivederci?

Has he been eating garlic again?

Wilma, you must be mistaken. Fred, isn't the playboy type.

But he's changed.

Nonsense, it's your imagination

and you're overtired.

Now be sensible, Wilma.

Fred just isn't like that one bit.

Maybe, you're right. I guess, I have been silly.

I'm gonna go right in and tell him how foolish I've been.

Imagine me suspecting Fred.

(Fred) 'Yes, it'll be quite a surprise to your mother.'

'In fact, to everybody.'

'I'm sure nobody suspects.'

'Are your suitcases packed?'

'Fine, I shall be there in five minutes.'

'Oh, your husband is busy at the office.'

Yes, I'm sure of it.

It'll be wonderful.

Rockapulco is in its loveliest this time of the year.

My wife? Oh, she's fine.

If I could just keep her out of my hair.

[laughing]

'I'll be right over.'

'Subito if not sooner.'

Oh, you poor dear.

What are you going to do?

I don't know. But I'm not giving up.

No, sir. I'm gonna fight for my man.

screech

Uh-oh, here comes Fred.

And I've just got to go with him somehow.

? Yabba dabba doo and Rockapulco too ?

[scatting]

Hop in my humble coach, lovely lady

whilst I fetch these mere bagatelles.

Upsie-daisy.

(Wilma) 'Ow.'

Hmm, gotta get them springs oiled.

Rockapulco, here we come.

screech

Ah, my good fellow, fetch those things from the car

'to Pterodactyl Airlines.'

(Wilma) 'Oh.'

Follow that couple. Hurry.

There it is.

It's a beaut, ain't it?

[whirring]

screech

[screeching]

(male announcer) 'Attention, please.'

'Pterodactyl Airlines announces the departure'

'of its 10 o'clock dactyl.'

'Passengers should board at gate five.'

'The public is cautioned to avoid all aircraft'

'during refueling.'

'Because sometimes they mistake passengers for fuel.'

I shall go see if the signor is at the ticket counter.

I see you got here in one piece.

What? Oh, yes.

- I'm Fred Flintstones' wife. - How do you do?

- I'm-- - I know, I know. You're..

[groaning]

Oh, is anything the matter?

Oh. No, nothing.

It's just where Fred kicked me

'during his usual morning rage.'

He kicked you? But that's terrible.

Oh, it's better than those beatings on the head.

See here, last week. 11 stitches.

Uh, well, it was nice of you to come down and see us off.

Well, Fred's last wife saw us off.

So I thought I'd do as much for you, Phyllis.

But my name isn't Phyllis.

Oh, I'm sorry, I keep forgetting.

Let's see.

Phyllis is his girl in Rockford.

And Janet's in Blackstone.

Bubbles in Marblehead. Susan in Clifton.

And you're going to Rockapulco.

You sure you wanna go through with it?

Yes, I guess so.

Wilma, what is this?

Oh, Fred, don't do it.

I tried to be a good wife. Really, I have.

Just give me one more chance.

- Everything all set? - E-everything's fine, boss.

You, uh, ahem, you've met my wife, Wilma.

How do you do?

Come on, Harry. We've got to get on that plane.

You mean, you're not going, Fred?

Wilma darling.

Why would the boss and his wife want me along?

His wife? Then she isn't..

Then-then you're not.. Or haven't been in..

And you won't..

The boss' wife?

Oh, boy.

Well, I sure learned not to try to make you

something you're not.

It may come as a surprise to you

but I am not the Latin lover type.

And you know who kept his head

through all my highfalutin years?

Barney. He tried to talk me out of it.

He certainly did.

I'm gonna tell him, I've come to my senses. Come on.

Betty, I've come to tell Barney--

Ah, buongiorno.

How nice to have you all call.

Frederico, you lookin' mighty..

[speaks in foreign language]

And there's my little pasta fazool.

Aloha, honey lamb. Aloha.

(Fred) 'Barney, Barney, it-it don't work.'

I'm back to the old Fred Flintstone, see.

And I'm shaving off the mustaccio.

No kidding? Okay, then I'll quit too.

We'll settle for the old Barney.

And the old Fred.

But how did you grow that mustache so quick?

- Well, I took a shortcut. - A shortcut?

Mwah!

Sure. You see what I mean?

Buongiorno, everybody.

[all laughing]

[theme music]

[yawning]

[music continues]

clink

boing

thud

[rattling]

Wilma!

[banging on door]

'Wilma!'

'Come on, Wilma, open this door.'

'Wilma!'

[music continues]