Original subtitles

Well, now, gentlemen

I want you to imagine you are at a ball

and you want to ask me for a dance.

Now, you try it, Mr. Flintstone.

Certainly. Eh, how you, baby?

How's about shakin' legs with old hot stuff Freddy?

Oh, Mr. Flintstone, I'm surprised

you didn't get slapped for an approach like that.

Oh, I did, Ms. Shadrock, I got a lot of slaps.

Come to think of it, I got a lot of dancin' too.

[theme music]

[whistles]

screech

[siren wailing]

[whistles]

[music continues]

screech

thud

slam

[music continues]

mwah

[instrumental music]

I sure pulled a boo-boo this morning, Betty.

How come, Wilma?

Oh, I casually mentioned that we were going

shopping today to Fred.

Oh, that explains all the screaming and yelling

I heard at your place.

I guess the whole neighborhood heard it.

Hm, I guess I'm lucky.

I told Barney and he didn't say a word.

- He didn't? - Not a word.

Just turned white, clutched his throat

gasped a few times and fainted.

Well, at least Barney is quiet about it.

Fred always turns red, starts screaming

and starts showing me the check stubs.

Ooh, I hate those check stubs!

Me too, they're never right.

The bank never gets their balance

the same as my balance.

Fred can never understand that it doesn't matter

if we have no money in the bank

as long as we have a charger plate

at all the department stores.

Oh, all husbands are like that, I guess.

I suppose so.

Oh, here we are, Wilma.

Bedrock Shopping Center.

(Wilma) Now, to find a place to park.

Looks pretty crowded today.

Oh, there's a good parking spot, Wilma.

It, we just passed it. Okay, back up.

bam

That's good, Wilma. Now, come forward a little.

bam

- How's that, Betty? - Fine.

Just straighten the wheels a bit and back up.

Easy, easy, that's it.

bam

Attagirl, Wilma. That's perfect.

Thanks, Betty, I couldn't have done it without your help.

- Hey, Fred. - Hiya, Barney boy.

I got the tickets for Saturday night, Fred.

Yabba Dabba Doo!

Stay there, Barney, I'll pick you up.

Okay, swing her over.

(Fred) 'Welcome aboard, pal.'

Good neighbor and bosom buddy.

Boy, the girls are always whimperin'

we never take 'em any place.

Wait till they find out we've got tickets

to Joe Rockhead's Volunteer Fire Department Ball.

Oh, they'll flip their wigs, Freddy boy.

(Fred) And why not?

It's only the biggest social event of the year in Bedrock.

Except that big society shindig, the ambassador's reception.

Oh, that's just for the society bunch.

All they do is show off their jewels and gowns.

But the Firemen's Ball, ha-ha-ha, that's a gasser.

'Remember last year, Barney, after you kept goin''

'for refreshments, you got over-refreshed.'

Oh, Fred, you promised you'd never remind me about that.

I'm sorry, Barney. But it was funny. Ha-ha.

Yeah.

[both laughing]

Let's look around upstairs, Wilma.

Okay, there's the escalator.

Huh, it sure beats walking up.

It's easier on the feet.

Oh, look, Wilma.

This is the floor where all the evening gowns are.

Aren't they beautiful?

And they're all imported from across the big pond.

There's the genuine Granit Elli chic.

(Wilma) 'Don't you just love it?'

(Betty) 'Ooh, and there's that Jackie Kennelrock look.'

(Wilma) 'And there's a low-cut waist line'

'from the house of Crushing Door.'

Ha-ha, oh, we're wasting our time

looking at all this stuff, Wilma.

I'll say, the only place the boys ever take us

at night is the ball game.

Yeah, on ladies' free night and in the bleachers.

Besides, these gowns are so expensive.

I know, and can you imagine

the carryings-on of Fred and Barney

if we ever came home with evening gowns.

I dread the thought.

- Uh-oh, Betty! - Hmm?

Don't look now, but isn't that

Emmy Glutsrock behind you?

How can I tell if I don't look?

(Wilma) 'Well, look then.'

[chuckles] Yeah, that's Emmy Glutsrock.

She was in our graduating class.

Well, she's out of our class now.

She's rich.

Emmy Glutsrock, rich?

Loaded.

She married a doctor who struck it rich

in real estate and oil wells.

I understand she's always bragging.

(Wilma) 'Uh-oh, here she comes over this way.'

If she starts bragging

let's put it on a little ourselves, Wilma.

(Wilma) 'Good idea, Betty.'

Wilma, Betty, it's so good

to see you girls again.

- Hi, Emmy. - It's been such a long time.

Too long, girls.

I was saying only this morning

to my rich husband

I never see any of my old friends anymore.

Being frightfully wealthy has its drawbacks, you know.

Yes, we know.

Uh, like now, we were looking

for some new gowns just to wear around the house.

And we can't find a thing new.

We have them all.

Oh, you girls married rich men also?

- How nice. - Yes, indeed.

My wealthy rich husband, uh, Frederick III

is in the construction business.

Mm-hmm, and my wealthy rich husband

Barney I is in top secret work.

Oh, then you must all come

to the ambassador's reception Saturday evening.

Here are the invitations.

I'm in charge of seeing

that only the elite of Bedrock get in.

We have to be so careful none of the riff-raff attend.

Well, you understand.

(both) Oh, sure, we understand.

My rich husband and I will be looking forward

to seein' you and your charming, wealthy, rich husbands.

- Thanks, Emmy. - Yeah, thanks loads, Emmy.

- Well, Mrs. Riff. - Yes, Mrs. Raff?

We sure talked our way into a jam.

Serves us right, bragging.

My husband, the gravel pit worker is gonna blow his stack.

Barney too.

- Say, Betty.. - 'Hm.'

It might be fun to go to that ambassador's reception.

Yeah, it might at that.

Once in our life, we deserve to go to a swank affair.

I'll tell you what, Wilma. Try to convince me.

But I must warn you, I'm a pushover.

Okay, Betty. Got your charger plate?

I have.

[instrumental music]

(both) Charge it!

[whirring]

[sighs] I'm sure glad we're getting home before the boys.

We'll have to figure out a way to break the news to them.

Oh, we shouldn't worry so much.

We only live once.

If Fred and Barney knew how much we owe for the gowns

that we bought, our "Live once" would be all over.

[chuckling] You're not kidding, Wilma.

But it's worth it, to get a night out

first class once in our life.

I still can't figure how we can get the boys to go.

Well, we'll think of something, Wilma.

I hope.

[laughing]

Won't the girls be surprised when we tell them

where we're takin' 'em Saturday night?

Yeah, they probably have no idea

they're goin' to the Firemen's Ball.

Well, uh, see you after dinner, Fred.

Oh, Mr. Flintstone, here's your newspaper.

Okay, boy, let's have it.

thud

Just when I had that kid's curve figured out

he develops an up-shoot.

Worst of it is, now the paper's all mixed up.

The boys are home, Wilma.

I gotta go. See you later, good luck.

We'll need it.

I just don't know how to bring up

the subject of Saturday night.

(Fred) 'Hey, Wilma, I'm home.'

Hello, Fred.

You know, how you and Betty are always whining

you never go any place?

I recall the subject arising now and then.

Well, Barney and I are takin' you gals out Saturday night

'to the biggest affair of the season in Bedrock.'

Oh, Fred, darling, if you only knew what this means to me.

Easy there now, Wilma. No hysterics.

You dear, sweet boy.

I've been sitting here trying to figure out

how to bring up the subject to you.

A lot of husbands are taking their wives

to the Firemen's Ball.

Uh, to the what?

Joe Rocket's Volunteer Firemen's Ball.

[Wilma crying]

Oh, I really should take Wilma out more often.

This came as a big shock to her.

Even if it is because you're happy, Wilma

I hate to see you cry.

[crying]

I'm not happy.

I thought you were taking me

'to the ambassador's reception.'

The ambassador's reception?

That's ridiculous. We couldn't get in there.

It's just by invitation to the upper crust.

But if it were possible to take you, Wilma

you know I would.

"Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Flintstone III

are cordially invited to attend the ambassador's reception."

How about that for a surprise, Betty?

Surprise? It's a shock.

Firemen's Ball!

You flipped your hook-n-ladder mind.

[telephone ringing]

Must be Wilma.

Oh, boy, saved by the bell.

No kidding, Wilma. How did you manage Fred?

[indistinct chatter over phone]

Yes, I know it's a woman's secret weapon.

But I hate to resort to tears.

That's right, Wilma.

When you look at it that way there is no choice.

[Betty crying]

Uh-uh, Betty?

[crying]

Uh, Be-Betty.

What's the matter?

I don't wanna go to the Firemen's Ball.

Okay, we'll stay home, Betty.

'No, I wanna go to the ambassador's reception.'

[crying continues]

Oh, that's a hot one. The ambassador's reception!

'That's just by invitation for the rich society folks.'

'Well, there's no way that we could ever go, Betty.'

Uh.. "Ambassador's reception

Barney Rubble, esquire Betty Rubble, esquiress."

Esquire and esquiress!

We've been knighted.

Sir Barney Rubble invited to the ambassador's reception.

[giggling]

chomp chomp chomp

(Fred) 'Oh, this is a delicious pterodactyl drumstick, Wilma.'

Fred, when we're at the ambassador's reception

Betty and I would be mortified if you and Barney

'make any mistakes in any of the social graces.'

Now, now, look here.

Barney and I are as socially graceful as the next two guys.

I know, Fred.

But Betty and I thought, uh, just to make sure..

[gulps] Ah.

We signed you up for a course at the Bedrock Charm School.

[Fred choking]

Charm School?

I'm charming enough the way I am.

Everybody in town likes me.

But we paid for the course, Fred.

'Think nothing of it.'

'Barney and I will just get down there'

'and charm the Charm School into giving us the money back.'

"Charm School." This is it, Barney.

Best foot forward now, Barney boy.

Be charming.

Right, Fred. I'll be nonchalant.

Oh, boy.

We just reek with charm, huh, Barney boy?

Quite, old chap. Quite.

Come in, gentlemen.

Uh, a-after you, friend.

Au contrary! After you, buddy.

(Fred) 'No, after you.'

(Barney) 'And I said, after you.'

(Fred) 'You want me to slug you?'

(Barney) 'You try it, Fred'

'and I'll give you a fat lip.'

(Fred) 'I'll give you another chance, Barney.'

'After me.'

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

May I suggest you both come in together?

I can see you just made it in time.

- 'You both need lots of help.' - We do?

Bu-but, lady, all we wanted to do is ask can we get our money--

(female 1) 'Now, just leave everything to us.'

'Just step into Studio A.'

'We'll get started with Ms. Shadrock.'

Well, Frederick, it's your move.

Where's your manners, Barney?

We do what the lady says.

(Ms. Shadrock) 'Well, now, gentlemen'

I want you to imagine, you're at a ball

and you wanna ask me for a dance.

You first, Mr. Rubble.

(Barney) 'Ah, well, Ms. Shadrock. Ah, it's, uh, been a nice day.'

Uh, uh, I h-hope it doesn't rain.

I-I..

Oh, shucks, lady. I can't dance.

That's alright, Mr. Rubble.

Now you try it, Mr. Flintstone.

Certainly. Hiya, baby, how's about shakin'

a leg with old hot stuff Freddy?

(Ms. Shadrock) 'Oh, Mr. Flintstone.'

I'm surprised you didn't

get slapped for an approach like that.

Oh, I did, Ms. Shadrock. I got a lot of slaps.

Come to think of it, I got a lot of dancin' too.

I'm sure amazed how much Barney's manners

have improved, Wilma.

Fred too, Betty.

Last night at dinner, Fred held the chair while I sat down.

He hasn't done that since we were going together.

(Betty) 'Oh, that's nothing.'

Last night when I was going out to dump the garbage

Barney jumped up and held the door open for me.

[laughs] We'll be proud of 'em

at the ambassador's reception, Wilma!

Hmm, we'll show that snooty Emmy Glutsrock

our husbands are as good as her rich husband.

Hurry up, Fred, we don't wanna be late for the reception.

(Fred) 'Okay, Wilma, I'm ready.'

Well, you look very nice, Fred, in white tie and tails.

The white tie is okay, but the tail bugs me.

[instrumental music]

Come on, Barney. What's keeping you?

(Barney) 'I'll be right there, Betty.'

I got my darn tail caught in the door again.

Enter, fair ladies.

My, we're so charming, tonight.

It's wonderful.

Charm lesson two.

Hold the car door open for the ladies.

[chuckling]

And another thing we learned.

If we get a flat, you girls don't have to help fix it.

Well, how charming can you get?

Oh, I'm so glad.

That lug wrench always chips the polish off my nails.

[chuckling]

[instrumental music]

Ah, the first party crasher.

Au contraire, here's our invitation.

"Mr. and Mrs. Gallstone."

(Fred) 'That's Flintstone, buster, Flint, Flint.'

I still think you have more Gall than Flint.

Ooh, you are asking for it, Charlie.

Fred, charm, charm. Be charming.

Oh, quite right, my dear.

We here should ignore the hired help.

(Barney) 'Here's your ticket, Mac.'

Not ticket, invitation.

Hmm. "Mr. and Mrs. Rubbish."

(Barney) 'Uh, that's Rubble.'

Really? I know it must be a forgery.

But it's so good I'll let you in.

- Nice fella, huh, Betty? - Very democratic.

If they dare to stab their fingers at me, I'll quit.

Now, you boys mingle around with the other guests.

Betty and I are going to freshen up.

Okay, girls. We'll spread our charm around.

[Fred chuckles] 'Yeah, we'll have 'em all charmed'

'by the time you get back.'

When I give you the signal, Spike

we'll back these rich guys up to the wall and take their jewels.

Gotcha, Rocky.

In the meantime, we're waiters.

Yeah, waiting for a chance to be rich.

[chuckling]

- Flintstone? - Ah, Fred Flintstone.

Uh, call me Freddy.

And this is my friend, Barney Rubble.

I'm Shale Hardrock. I'm in oil.

Well, Shale.

Being in oil, you don't look

the least bit greasy to me.

[laughing]

That's a pip, Fred. He's in oil.

But he isn't greasy, you get it?

[laughing]

Oh, where did Shale go, Barney?

I don't know, but since he's in oil

he could slide away easy.

[laughing]

Oh, we had a wonderful season on the Riviera.

Everyone who is anyone was there.

I know, darling. No, tell me about it.

At Toulouse's party for Sir Larry.

'Mary was there. Would you believe it?'

'She's going to do that flying thing again on TV.'

Mm, uh, oh, Peter something or other.

That's it. She loves that flying.

And of course, they pay her just scads.

'She can't keep a cent in her bracket, you know.'

(Emmy) 'No, oh, but we are doing all the talking.'

'Wouldn't you like to say something, Mrs. Flintstone?'

Yes. Goodbye.

- Well, did you ever? - No, I never.

Well, I'm in ladies' corsets.

Oh, boy! What a set up, Fred.

Ladies' corsets, eh?

Well, don't worry. Your secret is safe with us.

[Fred and Barney Laughing]

- 'Ladies' corsets.' - 'That's the best one yet.'

[laughing]

Who are those people?

They are not in any of our clubs.

Definitely outsiders.

[Fred and Barney Laughing]

Fred?

(Fred) 'Yes, yes, Wilma?'

We've had enough of this. They're all snobs here.

Well, Barney and I are having a lot of laughs.

This is the deadest affair I've ever been to.

And we wanna leave.

Oh, but, Wilma, they told us at Charm School

that it is the height of bad manners to leave

before the guest of honor arrives.

They sure learned their charm lessons alright.

Yeah, I'm feeling ashamed.

Uh, they said, uh, if we don't act like civilized people

we could revert back to, uh

if you'll pardon the expression, caveman days.

Oh, Wilma, the ambassador's arriving.

Good, now maybe the party will get lively.

(Betty) He looks like a load of laughs.

Well, that does it.

- Fred, we wanna go home. - And right now.

At Charm School, they said that

the success of any social gathering

depends on the guest participation

'in making the gathering an interesting experience.'

Oh, they have that manners stuff down pat, Wilma.

What bothers me most is that they're right.

What do you say, we liven things up a bit, huh, Barn?

Do you think, the crowd would like it?

Oh, sure, rich or poor, everybody is basically the same.

That's right, everybody likes a little fun.

What do you think, Wilma?

Hmm.

Well, okay. Do your stuff, boys.

Lovely reception.

So glad you could come.

It's a jolly party.

All the best people are here.

[instrumental music]

Go, go, go, Barney boy.

It's those two again.

What a raucous racket!

It's an insult to the ambassador.

This is an insult to the ambassador.

Simply awful!

But how did they get in?

Riff-raff.

[music continues]

Wilma, the boys aren't getting over.

No, they're not, Betty. Let's help 'em.

(all) Oh, no!

How utterly unspeakable.

Overgrown teenagers.

What are we coming to?

I repeat, this is an insult.

This is our big chance to snatch all the jewels, Spike.

Yeah, while those clowns are making all that racket.

Okay, let's go.

(Rocky) 'Alright, youse rich dames.'

This is a stick up.

Keep quiet and you won't get hurt.

(Spike) 'Okay, fat cats.'

'Hand over the wallets.'

And one word, just one word out of you, shorty

and pow!

You!

(Spike) 'Pow!'

[mumbling]

[music continues]

Spike, we overlooked that nutty dames' jewels.

Yeah, Rocky. Let's get 'em.

- Fred. - Barney.

Okay, youse dames, hand over your jewels.

Gentlemen, what seems to be the difficulty?

Ah, perhaps we can discuss..

thud

Barney, the charm stuff is out.

Right, Fred.

(Barney) 'Okay, buster, take this.'

thud thud thud

And you take this, buddy.

thud

biff biff

- Oh, scandalous. - Revolting.

Better call the police.

We must keep it out of the papers.

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

Alright, crook. In those car you go.

Uh, we've been looking for you two birds.

Well, they started it.

Tell it to the judge.

I hope the Charm School doesn't hear of this.

They'll take my diploma back.

They're taking Fred and Barney too, Wilma.

Well, they were rioting.

I hope we can get them out on bail.

Just one moment, officers.

These men saved our money and the ladies' jewels.

'They're heroes. Heroes, I say.'

(both) We are?

And they are members of our social set.

Our crowd.

(male 1) 'Well, if you say so, Mr. Hardrock.'

I certainly do.

Well, that saves my Charm School diploma.

[laughing]

[laughter]

[instrumental music]

That was a great idea to come here, Fred.

Yeah, we're sure havin' a good time.

I knew you'd like it better here.

And so does the rest of our crowd.

I haven't had so much fun

since United Steel raised its dividend.

You sure shake a mean leg, toots.

[chuckling]

This is a real swinging party.

Like I said, people are the same all over.

All they want is a little fun in their life

and a little life in their fun.

Yabba Dabba Doo!

[all laughing]

[theme music]

[yawning]

thud

slam

Wilma?

[clattering]

Wilma!

Come on, Wilma, open this door!

Wilma!