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Wilma, do you think Fred will like

all those clothes you bought?

I hope not, Betty.

I might be tempted to keep them, and we can't afford the money.

Hah! My Barney can't either.

But it's exciting, taking things home on approval.

Mm-hmm, and bringing them back the next day.

Yeah, i-it's sad

but it gives us something to do with our afternoons.

[sighs] You think that it'll ever happen, Betty?

(Betty) 'Ever happen?'

That we'll ever be able to buy expensive clothes and keep them?

(Betty) 'Ah! Miracles like that only happen in the movies or TV.'

Yeah.

- Say, I'm starved, Betty. - Me too.

I got so carried away shopping, I forgot all about lunch.

How's about droppin' in here for a snack?

(Wilma) '"Showbiz Drug Store."'

'Oh, I read about this place in a movie fan magazine.'

Mm-hmm. I-it's where young actors and actresses hang out

hoping to be discovered.

Shall we go in, Betty?

Why not? Maybe we'll be discovered.

[both giggling]

(Wilma) 'Oh, Betty, you're so funny.'

[strumming the guitar]

(Betty) 'Oh, certainly is crowded.'

Oh, Wilma, there's one down here at the end.

Well, you can have my stool, ladies.

So you both can sit together, like.

- Say, you act like a-- - On-on that TV show.

With the tall sheriff, his deputy.

Could've had the part too.

But in the tryouts, I limped on my right foot

and the part called for a left footed limper.

Oh, too bad!

Well, that's showbiz.

We'd like a menu, please.

- A menu? - So we can order something.

Order?

Nobody orders at this fountain.

All these people come here just to sit around

waiting to be discovered by producers.

(Wilma) 'Oh, we didn't know.'

- Tourists. - 'Come on.'

(Wilma) 'We'll try some place else.'

Maybe there's a place down the street.

- Oops! - Oops.

So sorry.

My fault entirely.

Nonsense, I rushed in and..

'Perfect. The greatest. Just what I need.'

- 'I beg your pardon?' - The search is over.

Madam, I've found what I need for my television program.

You're in television?

In it, madam? I am television.

You must be on my next show.

Must, must, must, must.

mwah mwah mwah

Ugh! A real nut. Come on, let's get out of here.

(Norman) 'Believe me, madam. I mean what I say.'

Go away.

We can tell a phony, when we see one.

Phony? I'm the terrific, super-extra-great

world's biggest talented TV producer

Norman Rockbind.

- 'The Norman Rockbind?' - 'The Norman Rockbind?'

(Wilma) 'The famous producer, director, writer?'

Also, cameraman.

Rockbind trusts nobody.

Eh, my card.

(Wilma) '"Norman Rockbind Genius."'

It's true!

A-a-and, and you really mean it, Mr. Genius?

I mean, Rockbind?

About wanting me for your next show?

Not wanting. Needing.

I shall except you at the TV studio

next Friday at 3:00 for rehearsal.

Ah, I just can't believe it.

Me, Wilma Flintstone, on a TV show!

Oh, not just a TV show.

A Rockbind Production.

Everyone of his productions get Emmy Awards.

Even when he produced the weather reports.

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? Skippy dippy dip bip bip bip bip ?

Right on time.

? Lat nu tum tum tum tara rum ?

? Ra ta tara tiri ta tum ??

And now, for a championship fight of the year

introducing the challenger, at 253 pounds

Rocky Rockyano.

[audience cheering]

And in the other corner

the champion, at 247 pounds

Ednuts Rockyogerson.

[audience cheering]

(male on TV) 'Alright, you guys, when the bell rings'

I want you to really fight hard.

And no stoppin'.

Except for occasional commercials, okay?

Here we go, lads.

And good luck to the both of you.

[bell rings]

bang bang bang

Come on, champ.

You got him, champ. Let him have it.

That's the way.

[audience cheering]

(Wilma) 'Fred, the most wonderful thing--'

Shh. The fight. I got two bucks on the champ.

Come on, boy. Come on, now.

But, Fred, this is very impor--

Shh! It'll keep. I can't hear the crunches.

- Come on, boy. - But I have--

After. Later, Wilma, later!

Nothing could be that important.

This is, to me.

You got him, champ! Got him!

[audience cheering]

One, two, three

four, five, six, seven

eight, nine, ten.

You're out.

The winner, and still champion

Ednuts Rockyogerson.

Yee-yabba-dabba-doo!

I won! I won!

Fred, guess what happened to me today--

Yahoo! I knew it! I knew it!

(Betty) 'You did?'

Uh, you knew she'd be discovered?

(Fred) 'The champ had to win.'

'He, he.. Discovered?'

Didn't you tell Fred the good news, Wilma?

I didn't want to interrupt my husband's TV program.

What's this all about?

As you said, husband, it'll keep.

I've got to fix dinner.

What did she mean?

Well, uh, Wilma and Betty were having lunch, and--

Wilma will tell him when she gets around to it.

(Fred) 'Well, she better get around to it in a hurry.'

Wilma, what's this all about?

(Wilma) Well, Betty and I went to a certain drug store

because we were hungry, you know

shopping all morning for cloth--

Get to the point already!

The discovery part.

I will. Now don't rush me.

(Fred) 'I know how you drag out stories.'

Just for that--

(Fred) 'Oh, I'm sorry, honey. Honest, I am'

So, go on. Tell me

Well, at this drug store, uh..

The name Norman Rockbind strike a bell with you?

The star maker in television? Yeah, that rings a bell.

Well, I was sitting at this counter and--

Yeah? Yeah?

'Yee-yabba-dabba-doo!'

Good old Fred. He sure takes things small.

My dear wife, a star.

We'll have it made, be able to buy things the hard way.

With cash!

I'm not a star yet, Fred. Put me down.

Oh, you'll be a star, Wilma

with Norman Rockbind directing you.

Can't miss.

I read where Rockbind make stars out of nobodies.

Or, uh, was it the other way around?

We are on our way, honey.

We'll soon have a mansion, a pool.

Two pools! One to rinse off, he-heh.

Butlers, a private chef.

Our private chef isn't here yet, and there's dinner to fix.

Oh, no, you don't.

We can't allow our star of tomorrow to maybe

redden up her hands with detergents

which may perchance contain harsh irritants.

Oh, we're expecting miracles from Mr. Rockbind.

I have no talent. I can't even act.

Well, maybe your part will be in a Western

and you won't have to.

Now, will you stop with that losing complex, Wilma?

If a genius like Norman Rockbind says you got it, you've got it!

He's never wrong.

Or maybe he's wrong this time.

He can't be. It's in his contract.

Well, he's gonna have his hands full with me.

I can't sing, dance, walk right or talk right.

(Barney) 'Well, uh, nobody's perfect.'

And you can learn all that stuff.

In a week's time?

It's not impossible.

I saw a movie once on the Early Late Show.

This girl couldn't do nothin'

but they, uh, they brought on all kinds of teachers--

(Wilma) 'And did they succeed?'

Well, I don't know.

They cut the ending off

because they had some commercials left over.

Oh, what's the difference?

All that costs money to pay for teachers and stuff.

Yeah.

We don't have it, Fred

and where can we possibly get it?

Yeah.

Say, what about you two? Betty? Barney?

(Betty) 'I gotta get home and fix dinner.'

(Barney) 'Yeah, me too.'

Fred Flintstone, you can't ask them

to put up the money.

They're our best friends.

And who else would you give the opportunity

to help discover a new star, pray tell?

After all, it's an investment.

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Betty?

Barney?

Oh, Betty!

(Betty) 'I'm taking a shower.'

Mm, I don't hear any water.

(Betty) 'You don't.. Oh, I forgot.'

[water gushing]

Betty, for just a little money--

(Betty) 'I can't hear you and we can't spare any!'

Mmm.

(Fred) 'Barney. Barney!'

- Shh. I'm asleep. - May I use your phone?

Yeah, be my guest.

[dialing]

(Fred) 'Hello, mother. Fred.'

'Your son-in-law.'

No, Wilma's fine.

Gonna be a big star in TV.

All she needs is the advance of some dough

to get her ready for show number one.

That's why I called you.

For a couple of bucks, mom

you will get 50% of Wilma's take.

'You'll make a fortune.'

'What? What, mom?'

'Why don't I let Barney buy a piece of Wilma's future?'

'Well, it's too much of a guaranteed thing'

'for a comparative stranger.'

(Barney) Hey, what do you mean "comparative stranger?"

- We've been friends for years. - Ah, hold it, mom.

Uh, sorry, I woke you up, mister, uh, mister--

You know very well who I am, Fred Flintstone.

Barney Rubble, and if anybody should be allowed

to invest in Wilma's future, it should be me.

(Fred) 'But this ain't no itsy-bitsy venture, chum.'

'Walking lessons, talking lessons'

'stuff like that cost money.'

Uh, how much?

Well, uh, just about this much.

'Course, everybody Rockbind works with becomes a TV star

but there is no real guarantee.

Hmm. That's right.

But if you're willing to gamble, I am too, pal.

- Fred? - Yeah?

You forgot to say goodbye to Wilma's momma.

Oh, yeah. Uh, you do it, partner.

I, I gotta arrange for Wilma's talent lessons.

Ain't much time left before the rehearsal.

Hello, Mrs., uh, Momma? Barney.

Eh, Fred says to say goodbye.

Uh, hello? Hello?

I guess she hung up.

No, no, no, Madame Flintstone.

'Now, from the beginning again.'

The ants in France stay mainly on the plants.

- The ants in France-- - 'No, no, no!'

"The ants in France" with the mouth open.

Stay mainly on the plants.

Understand, madame?

(Wilma) 'Um, yes.'

Hey, uh, I don't get it.

What's with these French ants with their mouth open?

That's culture, you dope!

(male 1) 'From the beginning, madame.'

Now, get it right, will you, honey?

The TV rehearsals is afternoon.

Boy, these lessons are costing a gang of dough.

Uh, it's worth it, Barney.

Hey, 20 bucks an hour

for just to find out about ants?

Project the voice.

Throw it out! Now, again.

- The ants in France-- - Pear-shaped, pear-shaped!

- The pear-shaped ant-- - No, no, no!

Why always wrong?

Why do I continue to try to teach her?

- Why, why? - For the 20 bucks an hour.

Yes. I guess, that's it.

I hope Mr. Rockbind's "feel" about my talent

is justified, Barney.

So the money you and Betty invested

in my career will pay off.

If I didn't think they'd get their dough back

I wouldn't have cut him in as a partner for a mere 200.

Two hundred? You said 150 was all you'd need.

Eh, well, at the time, I didn't figure on the porcupine milk.

(Wilma) 'Porcupine milk?'

Eh, for your complexion.

Latest beauty aid from the film Capital.

All the glamor babes shower in it.

- Shower? How could-- - Very tall porcupines.

I say, shall we have it a game, madame?

The ants in France.

The ants in France--

The word's round, pear-shaped.

The ant in France--

Wider, the mouth. More open.

I can't open wider.

Not with these rocks on my head.

(Barney) 'Oh, I'll take 'em off.'

No, you got rocks in your head?

We're paying the posture teacher a fortune

so she can learn to walk classy.

Sorry, honey.

There are certain sacrifices you gotta make

so someday, over your dressing room, will be a star.

- The ants-- - Your breathing?

Is that wrong too?

Wilma, time for room-entering practice.

Oh, can't I rest for a while? I am bushed.

You'll be able to rest after the show tonight

when you're on your way to stardom.

- I'll help you, Wilma. - My money, Mr. Treasurer?

Uh, sure. Here you are.

Hey, the hour isn't used up yet.

(male 1) 'I do not give refunds.'

The ants in France stay mainly on the plants.

We still got ten minutes comin' to us, Fred.

I ain't wastin' nothin'.

The ants in France stay mainly on the plants.

Hey, Fred, I think I've got it!

[laughing]

Ready for room-entering practice, Wilma?

- 'Ready.' - Okay, come in.

Well, how was it?

Not bad, but let's try it again

and get a little more skirt twirling into it.

Oh, what's the use?

Maybe the part I'd play in Rockbind's show

calls for me to be seated all during the program.

Yeah, we'll practice room-entering later

when you got a series of your own.

What's next on the schedule, Betty?

Lets see now. Oh, here it is.

"Thank yous to TV audience after show is over."

Yeah, that's very important. I'll give you your cue.

And now, our latest terrific guest

and also great new television personality

Norman Rockbind's newest discovery

Mrs. Fred Flintstone.

Thank you. You've been a wonderful audience.

And goodnight.

Mm-mwah.

How was that, Fred?

[mumbling]

Either you put a little less energy in your kiss throwing

or get the band on your wrist watch fixed.

[dramatic music]

Almost time to pick up Wilma and take her to the studio.

- Hmm. Now, lets see-- - Oh, Mr. Slate.

Oh, where?

Oh, Flintstone.

Uh, Mr. Slate, I don't have time to explain

but I have to take my wife somewhere

and I'd like to take the rest of the day off.

Back to work, Flintstone, or you're fired!

Fired? I quit! Who needs your stupid job?

Oh, my, but I phoned Mrs. Flintstone

three times, Mr. Rockbind.

There was no answer at her home.

She's holding up our rehearsal.

Phone her again at once. Do you hear, or you're through?

Oh, yes, sir. At once, sir. Yes, sir.

Hmm, well, I wouldn't let him order me around like this.

Me, the sponsor.

If he didn't have such a high rating.

Here I am, Mr. Rockbind. Oh, I'm so sorry I'm late.

I was just about to try someone else for the part.

Now, Mrs. Flintstone, here's what I want you to do

at the end of act one.

(Fred) 'Hold it, Mr. Rockbind, hold it!'

And who are you?

Uh, this is my husband, Mr. Rockbind.

Also the gifted young artist's manager

script advisor, and business handler.

Ah, permit me to present, uh, Mr. Rubble.

'Mrs. Flintstone's associate in charge of finances.'

It's a thrill to meet you, Mr. Rockbind.

My wife and I enjoy every one of your productions.

Yes, I know.

We can't wait till the summer, so we can see them again.

Now, uh, you were saying, Mr. Rockbind?

About my part in tonight's show.

Eh, well, what I want you to do, Mrs. Flintstone..

For the commercial, our sponsor sells lotion.

When I first saw your wife's hand

I knew my search was over.

Oh, you're a lucky man, Mr. Flintstone.

Your wife has perfect knuckles.

Now, my dear, when the camera dolly's up close on your hands

you just turn your palm slowly.

You know, for suspen--

(Fred) Hold it! Hold it!

The deal's off, Rockbind.

O-R-F, orf!

(Norman) 'Off? Are you nuts?'

I told my friends that my wife's gonna be on TV.

All of her, not just her hands.

But, Fred--

I'm not gonna have them

laughin' at me in the bowlin' alley

just so you can show off your glamorous knuckles.

(Wilma) And I say money is money.

I read where commercials for Rockbind paid $200.

- Who cares? - I do!

Plus $20 a finger. We can pay the Rubbles back.

Big deal, and just rank even.

An exposure on a Rockbind show

could lead to other commercials using hands.

For detergent sponsors, nail polish sponsors..

(Fred) 'All you need is lovely cuticles.'

Don't laugh, Mr. Manager of mine.

I read in TV magazine that some people who work in commercials

make as high as $50,000 a year.

Well, I..

$50,000?

Fred, where are you going? Are we going back to the studio?

Yeah, but I'll call from here first.

For that kinda dough

I'll be glad to tell Rockbind I'm wrong.

Hello, Federal Television Studios and Sons?

Uh, put me through to Norman Rockbind, please.

I don't care if he's in rehearsal.

This is a matter of life or $200.

Ah, I mean, hurry!

Hello, Norman? Fred.

Yeah, that Fred.

Oh, uh, Mr. Rockbind, I..

Oh, you did? Oh..

- He got somebody else? - Yeah.

Didn't take hardly no time.

He must've looked into yellow pages

on the lovely knuckles.

- I'm sorry, Wilma. - So am I.

Now, we'll have to pay back the Rubbles out of your salary.

Salary?

Maybe Mr. Slate can use you for over time.

'You'd be able to pay it back.'

- 'Anything wrong, Fred?' - My job.

At the gravel pit. It ain't..

(Wilma) 'Ain't what?'

- Just ain't. I quit! - 'Quit?'

I thought there was a future being manager

of a television star.

Well, now that that's just a dream

you'll just have to ask Mr. Slate for your job back.

- Uh-uh. - Uh-uh, you won't?

Uh-uh, I can't.

When I, uh, resigned

I told Mr. Slate off in spades.

(Wilma) 'Stop the car, Fred.'

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You're not walkin' out on me, are you, Wilma?

(Wilma) 'No. I'll see you back home, later.'

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(Mr. Slate) 'Well, Mrs. Flintstone'

'I guess that explains your husband's attitude.'

And it is quite commendable

that he'd want to improve his lot in life.

Well, under the circumstances, I can be big about Fred.

Tell him he can come back to work in the morning.

Uh, would you mind phoning him and telling, Mr. Slate?

He-he-he. Of course, I understand.

A man doesn't like to think his wife saved his job for him.

Especially a proud man like Fred.

Thank you, Mr. Slate, very, very much.

[telephone ringing]

- Hello, Wilma? - 'Hello, Flintstone.'

Oh. Hello, Mr. Slate.

(Mr. Slate) 'Come back to work in the morning.'

- What? - 'Come back to work..'

Oh, thank you very, very much, Mr. Slate.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir. First thing in the morning.

Bright and early!

Well, what do you know? Ha-ha-ha.

(Barney) 'Fred. Oh, Fred.'

Guess what? About that TV business--

You'll get every dime you laid out, Barney.

- I got my job back. - Job?

Mr. Slate just called. He wants me back.

I'm gone just a few short hours

and his business starts goin' apart.

Smart man, Mr. Slate.

Now he realizes he can't do without little, old Freddie.

Ha-ha-ha. So, I'll go back, but under my conditions.

(Barney) 'Conditions?'

When you've got the boss over a barrel

you twist the screws.

See he'll agree to my terms for coming back or else..

[laughing]

Fred. Oh, Fred.

(Barney) 'He's not here, Wilma.'

Barney, what are you doing here?

Well, I came to tell about..

Well, Mr. Rockbind got somebody else for the commercial--

I know, I know, but where is Fred?

Well, he went to see Mr. Slate to give him the conditions.

Oh. Conditions?

Under which Fred will agree to return to work.

Oh, no!

(Fred) 'And, Mr. Slate, I appreciate

'you'd like me workin' for you again.'

However, before I go, there's somethin' I must tell you.

- Yes, Flintstone? - Well, Mr. Slate..

(Wilma) I had to do it, Fred, so that you could keep your job.

(Fred) And keep me from makin' a bigger fool of myself.

You know, honey, there's somethin' I just discovered.

- Yes. What? - You do have nice knuckles.

Oh, Fred, you're so romantic.

(Barney) 'Fred, Wilma, I just dropped over to tell you--'

Shh. We wanna see the Rockbind show.

Just the commercial. We wanna see whose hands they're using.

- But that's-- - Shh! Quiet!

It's just starting.

And now, playhouse Rockbind

brought to you by Softie Skin Lotion.

The lotion that makes your hand so soft, they're almost mushy.

'Ladies, you too can have lovely hands like this.'

(Wilma) 'That's Betty!'

(Barney) 'That's what I came to tell you.'

'When you wouldn't take the job'

'Rockbind saw Betty's hands and--'

She's gonna make all that dough!

Well, that's one way of getting back the money

that Barney put up for my TV debut.

That didn't get to happen.

Yeah, Fred. Thanks. Thanks for everything.

Betty's getting exactly what it cost me for, you know

them "French ants in the plants" stuff.

(Fred) 'You're kidding!'

Betty deserves twice that

for fillin' in at the last minute.

And I'm gonna get Rockbind to cough up or--

- 'No, you don't, Fred!' - 'No, you don't, Fred!'

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(man on TV) 'Ladies, do you have red hands?'

'Then watch this simple experiment.'

No, no. I'm tellin' you, you're bein' rough!

Let me up!

Rockbind's a robber! You, you..

Steady, Fred, steady.

[laughing]

[theme music]

[yawning]

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thud

slam

Wilma!

[banging on door]

Wilma!

Come on, Wilma, open this door!

Wilma!