The Flintstones (TV Series)

The Little Stranger (1962)

Mel Blanc: Barney Rubble

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Quotes 

• 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!

• 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.

• 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.