The Flintstones (TV Series)

The Long, Long Weekend (1961)

Jean Vander Pyl: Wilma Flintstone

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Quotes 

• Fred Flintstone : I still can't figure it out. All the guys I used to know. Close buddies, out every night together, and I told them, "Fellas, my getting married won't change a thing. We'll still chum around together, we'll play cards at my house, my wife will make sandwiches for us. She's a good old Joe. She'll be like one of the gang." What happened? I never hear a word from any of them.You'd think one of them, j-just one of them, would write.

  Wilma Flintstone : From what I saw of that old gang of yours, half of them never learned to write and the other half can't read.

• Fred Flintstone : Boy, what a close call. We were lucky to get out of there alive.

  Barney Rubble : Well, what do we do now, Fred? Go home?

  Fred Flintstone : What else?

  [the Grand Poobah's hat is taken off Fred's head and put on Wilma's] 

  Betty Rubble : Now hear this, you two Water Buffaloes. Her Highness, your great leader, is going to speak.

  Wilma Flintstone : You two sports are going to take us to a nice hotel where we can enjoy ourselves.

  Betty Rubble : Yeah, and we don't want to cook, wash, or do any dishes. Capiche?

  Barney Rubble : We hear you, O Great Exalted Grand Poobah.

  Fred Flintstone : And we obey, Your Highness.

  Barney Rubble : Yep, if we know what's good for us.

• Betty Rubble : Well, sure, I'd love to go. But Barney and I'd rather pay our own way.

  Wilma Flintstone : This Gus person won't accept any money. He insists it's all on the house for old time's sake.

  Betty Rubble : Well, there's something screwy about a hotel owner who won't take money, but, heh, I guess we have nothing to lose.

  Wilma Flintstone : Nothing... except three days away from housework. No ironing, no cooking, no dishes, no cleaning.

  Betty Rubble : Say no more. Let's start packing!

• [Wilma and Betty, while working as maids, are cleaning up a hotel room] 

  Wilma Flintstone : Some vacation. This is what I wanted to get away from, housework.

  Betty Rubble : Well, at least we don't have to do the cooking. Fred's got that department.

  Wilma Flintstone : Speaking of Fred, I've got an idea that Smoothy character planned this whole thing. Fred is so gullible.

  Betty Rubble : Well, we said we'd help. Now we're stuck for three days.

  Wilma Flintstone : Thank goodness there are only four of us.

  [upon hearing car horns, Wilma looks out the window and finds a sea of people entering] 

  Betty Rubble : What is it, Wilma? A riot?

  Wilma Flintstone : No, worse. A convention! There must be 200 people pouring into the hotel. Go get Barney, I'll get Fred, we're getting out of here! Betty: Roger!

  Betty Rubble : Roger!

• Wilma Flintstone : Oh, come on, Fred, let's get going.

  Fred Flintstone : We've got to check our list first. Go ahead, Barney.

  Barney Rubble : Dino?

  Fred Flintstone : At the vet's.

  Barney Rubble : Fishing gear?

  Fred Flintstone : Check.

  Barney Rubble : Bowling balls?

  Fred Flintstone : Check.

  Barney Rubble : Ping-pong set?

  Fred Flintstone : Check-a-roony.

  Barney Rubble : Swimsuits?

  Fred Flintstone : Uh, check-a-doodle.

  Barney Rubble : Catcher's mitt?

  Fred Flintstone : Uuuh, check.

  Barney Rubble : Skin-diving gear?

  Fred Flintstone : Check-a-red-check.

  Wilma Flintstone : Fred, we're only going for three days. We're not going to compete in the Olympics.

  Betty Rubble : And I don't want to spend the three days sitting here listening to an inventory.

  Fred Flintstone : Okay, okay, we had to do this so we wouldn't forget anything. Now we're all set. See?

  [notices something] 

  Fred Flintstone : Uh-oh.

  Wilma Flintstone : What's the matter, Fred?

  Fred Flintstone : I, uh, forgot the car keys.

• Fred Flintstone : Hey, Wilma, this ad is from Gus Gravel.

  Wilma Flintstone : Who is Gus Gravel?

  Fred Flintstone : He's one of the old gang I was just telling you about.

  Wilma Flintstone : He wants to make a touch, huh?

  Fred Flintstone : No, he doesn't. He sent a nice friendly form announcing he's running a hotel at the seashore.

  Wilma Flintstone : Seashore, eh? Well, since you never take me anyplace, there's no chance of running into him... which is good.

  Fred Flintstone : Oh, yeah? Hey, wait a minute, Wilma. Tomorrow starts a three-day weekend. We can go down to Gus's hotel. He... He might give us a rate for old time's sake.

  Wilma Flintstone : I've got no old times with Gus-what's-his-name. I don't even know him. And if he's one of the old gang, I'd just assume keep it that way.

• Gus Gravel : [on the phone]  Gravel Hotel, where the surf meets the rocks. Gus Gravel speaking.

  Fred Flintstone : Hiya, Smoothy!

  [turns away] 

  Fred Flintstone : We used to call Gus "Smoothy", Wilma.

  Wilma Flintstone : It figures.

  Fred Flintstone : [back on the phone]  This is your old pal, Fred.

  Gus Gravel : Fred? Fred who? Oh, Flintstone. Hiya, Lard!

  Fred Flintstone : [off the phone]  They used to call me Lard.

  Wilma Flintstone : Why not?

• Wilma Flintstone : Fred, get that goop off your face. We're leaving!

  Fred Flintstone : What do you mean, leaving? We can't let old Smoo down.

  Wilma Flintstone : Well, old Smoo let us down. He booked in a convention and the hotel is full of Loyal Water Buffaloes.

  Fred Flintstone : Aw, Smoothy wouldn't do a thing like that. I've gotta have proof.

  Gus Gravel : Hey, Fred, make 350 dino burgers, 200 with onions, 150 dodo egg sandwiches, 26 cheese omelets, 78 fried chicken livers, 82 tunas on rye, and hurry it up.

  Fred Flintstone : That's proof enough. I quit!