All language subtitles for The.Flintstones.S02E20.WEBRip264-ION10

[clattering]

(Wilma) 'Fred, what are you doing?'

(Fred) 'Everything, everything I was foolish enough'

to borrow from Barney, I am returning.

I don't want to be indebted on him for anything.

(Barney) 'If I know Fred, he'll never apologize.'

And I have a feeling, he will

before I finish these rockile socks.

- 'Hey, Barney.' - Betty, he's back to apologize.

- The feud's over. - See, I told you.

(Barney) 'Coming, Fred.'

'Hiya, Fred.'

[crashing]

Did you get the license of that truck?

[theme music]

[cars honking]

[whistling]

[tires screeching]

[siren blaring]

[whistling]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

thud

bang

bang

[music continues]

- Good morning, Wilma. - Good morning, Betty.

(Betty) 'What are you up to this bright Saturday morning?'

Some chocolate chip dinosaur cookies.

Mmm, those are my favorite kind.

You'll have to get in line, Betty.

They're Fred's favorite too.

Oh, they look just delicious, Wilma.

By the way, where is Fred?

Shh, Fred's in there napping.

Trying to relax away the tensions.

Today is the play-off for the large golf

semi-finals or something in Fred's division.

Oh, how's Fred doing? Improving?

- Last month he broke seventy. - 'Strokes?'

Clubs. You know Fred's temper, Betty.

(Fred) 'Thank you. Thank you.'

[snoring] 'Thank you.'

Hm, sounds like he's in a happy mood now.

Yeah, I better take a look and see if he's alright.

(Fred) 'I shall cherish this lovely trophy, Mr. Chairman..'

[snoring]

Friends, fellow lodge members, athletes

until my dying day, I..

[snoring]

He's dreaming that he won the golf match.

My opponent Willis Match, Charlie Palmer Stone

put up a good fight and was ahead for a while

but as the hula dancer said, "It's how you wind up the cows."

[laughing]

[snoring]

[Betty giggling]

He even dreams corny.

Come on, let's let him relax

until the time comes to face reality.

[Fred snoring]

Hmm, his eyes maybe asleep but his nose is wide awake.

Fred sure can snore up a storm, Wilma.

[Betty giggling]

I've got to wake him in time for his match.

- What time is it now, Betty? - Oh, let's see.

- It's a quarter to-- - 'Fore!'

Oh, dear, I didn't know it was that late.

Oh, it isn't that late.

That's Barney out there trying to improve his game.

(Betty) 'So he can play with Fred.'

Fore.

Fore.

Fore. Uh-oh.

bam

There must be an easier way to do this.

Well, he's using his head. We can say that for him.

They sure are great buddies, our husbands.

Hmm. Barney says, when they made Fred

they threw away the mold.

Wise move.

The world isn't ready for more than one

Fred Flintstone.

At least not yet.

[instrumental music]

"How to play golf?"

Let me see.

Oh, yes. Here we are.

"Hit ball where it lies."

"Do not move ball or you will lose a stroke."

'"Hit ball where it lies?" Yeah, I know that.'

Uh, let's see here.

Even if it's wedged between two trees?

"Yep, even if it is wedged between two trees."

Hey, I better use my number 11 for this shot.

Looks like a real tough one.

Yeah!

[snoring]

thud

[snoring]

Hmm, another tough shot.

Guess, I'll use the same club.

[Fred snoring]

Fore.

Fore.

Barney.

You are not supposed to move it, Fred.

- 'Now it's under the bed.' - Are you out of your mind?

Sorry, Fred. I gotta play it by the book.

- Barney. - Yeah, Fred?

'Did you say something, Fred?'

thud

- Oh, hello, Barney. - Hello, Wilma.

Fred, better get up or you'll be late for your golf..

'Where did Fred go, Barney?'

Oh, he was right here about a minute ago.

Then poof. He vanished!

Well, back to my golf game.

Uh, let's see now. Head down, left arm straight.

Swing the club head back, smooth and slow.

(Barney) 'Then pause..'

Don't you know, it ain't..

thud

...safe to practice golf indoors.

Somebody might get hurt.

[groans]

Fred. Fred, open your eyes.

- Uh, say something. Anything. - I'll say something.

You should be declared a disaster area.

'This is gonna be one of those days'

I can feel it in my skull.

But I thought you were going to play your golf match.

I'm going now. I'm due to tee off.

Oh, boy. Ten minutes ago.

You better hurry, Fred, or you'll never make it.

Yeah, so long, Barney.

Hope that car of mine will start okay.

Uh, Fred. Fred. Hold it, Fred. H-Hold it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what is it?

- Good luck, Fred. - Oh, brother.

[sneezing]

- 'Uh, Fred. Fred, Fred.' - Now what?

- Gesundheit, Fred. - What's the matter with you?

Now I'm really late for the tee off.

[telephone ringing]

I better answer it.

[engine revving]

Hello? Who? Charlie Palmer Stone?

Oh, yeah, Charlie. Uh-huh.

Alright, Charlie, I'll tell him.

Fred. Fred! Wait, wait!

Barney, cut that stuff out. I've got a golf match to play.

- 'Fred, stop.' - No time for that.

- Go home, Barney. - Fred, l-listen..

- It's-it's about the golf game. - I know, I know.

You already wished me luck and my cold is all better too.

But you don't understand, Fred.

Get lost, Barney. I'm late.

Boy, isn't that gonna be a pest.

Eh, s-slow down, Fred.

[tires screeching]

[panting] F-F-Fred.

- 'Okay, what?' - I.. You.. He..

[gasping] Wa-wa-wait until I catch my breath.

'You do that, Barney.'

I'll tee off in the mean time

and maybe I'll catch up with Charlie.

Th-th-that's what I wanted to tell you, Fred.

C-Charlie's, Charlie called and h-he said

he couldn't make it today.

Alright, so he couldn't make it.

Fore!

Sounded like, you said, Charlie couldn't make it.

That was the phone call at the house.

Palmer said, he'll play you next week.

Now he tells me.

'Oh, I tried to tell you before.'

Excuses, excuses, always excuses.

Fred, I'm-I'm sorry.

But I tried to tell you.

Okay, so you did.

You're not responsible for the things you do.

I guess, it's because you're a, uh..

- 'Uh..' - Absent-minded?

Wrong thinking?

Stupid? Silly?

Back up, you just passed it.

Oh, stupid?

Eh, that's not very nice, is it?

You say you're sorry.

Okay, I'm sorry you're stupid.

I'll see you later, Fred.

Didn't sound like much of an apology somehow.

(Fred) 'Got the table all set for our bridge game, Wilma.'

You're almost through with the dishes?

'All through, Fred. Be right in.'

Just can't wait till they invent them faucet.

- Okay, deal. - Rubble's aren't here yet.

And probably won't come. Deal.

What do you mean won't come?

Betty and Barney know it's our weekly bridge game.

- You hurt Barney's feelings. - 'I hurt Barney's feelings?'

Yes, this afternoon. Deal.

'We'll play two handed tonight.'

Hold it! Hold it! Who said so?

I got the story from Betty who got it from Barney. Deal.

Everybody's got the story, but me.

What is this thing I'm supposed to have done to Barney?

- 'Insulted him.' - I always insult Barney.

He's my best friend. Well, I don't insult strangers.

But today you went too far.

Chewing him out for that Charlie Palmer Stone game

that was called off. Calling him stupid.

But Barney knows I didn't mean what I said.

How does Barney know you don't mean it?

Because, because he knows I'm...me.

Maybe he'd know for sure, if you told him.

- You mean apologize? - 'Ooh, I said a nasty word.'

Well, if that's what Barney wants, okay.

You mean, you will apologize?

What's with the big amazement? When I'm wrong, I'm wrong.

And I'm big enough to admit it.

Oh, Fred. I always wanted to hear you to say that.

And it finally happened.

This is going to make Barney very happy and me too, Fred.

Fine, fine. Call him up and tell him.

- Huh? - That I'm sorry.

And for him to get over here on the double

and stop holding up our game.

You insulted him, you tell him.

'Me? What's the difference who tells him?'

All the difference in the world.

Oh, alright. I'll-I'll call him on the phone.

- Uh.. What's his number? - 'Fred.'

- Yeah? - Live in person.

I wish there was something else we men could marry.

- Barney. - 'Yeah, Betty.'

This should show Mr. Flintstone, that some people

just refuse to be pushed around.

Yeah. I got feelings. I'm a people.

Pride is more important than fun, bowling together

bridge together. Yeah, I'm sure Fred's sorry.

Hey, come on let's go we're holding up the game.

- Barney. - Yes, Betty?

Barney Rubble, are you a man or a mouse?

'Oh, that's a silly question.'

[squeaking]

Oh, brother.

I don't want Fred to be sour at me for holding up the game.

Better that, than lose his respect.

And you'll never have it from Fred

unless you refuse to be treated like a nothing.

Right. Fred apologizes or..

[knocking on door]

(Betty) 'Who's there?'

(Fred) 'It's me, Fred.'

It's Fred, Betty. It's Fred. Hiya, Fred.

Start dealing.

(Betty) 'Barney.'

'You're not exactly playing hard to get.'

'Now sit down and act nonchalant.'

'The door's open, Mr. Flintstone.'

- Hi, Barn. - Hi.

- 'Barney.' - Yeah?

'I'm sorry, Barney. Now, come on.'

'You're holding up the bridge game.'

Coming, Fred.

(Betty) 'Barney.'

Fred said, he was sorry, Betty.

Sorry for what, Fred?

(Fred) 'You know, this afternoon stuff.'

Now come on, the cards are all dealt.

You don't sound like it, does he, Barney?

Uh...No.

(Fred) 'Like what I don't sound?'

Yeah, like what he don't sound?

(Betty) 'Like you're really sorry, Fred.'

- Yeah, that's it, Fred. - Well, I said, I was sorry.

What do you want a speech?

Well, that wouldn't be necessary, Fred.

Hey-yey. Hey-yey.

I, Fred Flintstone

hereby confess that I'm sorry I lend into my neighbor

Barney Rubble for the stupid things he did.

- There you go again. - Well, Mr. Flintstone--

Well, what?

(Betty) 'Don't you think you should apologize?'

Sorry, I'm cutting down. Only one apology to a customer.

bang

Fred just can't say the words, Betty.

He's got like...pride.

And so do you, Barney.

If Fred is worthy of your friendship

he'll apologize from his heart, not just from his mouth.

[clattering]

(Wilma) 'Fred, what are you doing?'

(Fred) 'Everything, everything I was foolish enough'

to borrow from Barney, I am returning.

I don't want to be indebted to him for anything.

Aren't you being pig-headed? The way I understand it--

(Fred) 'You're supposed to be my wife.'

'You are supposed to understand it my way.'

Wouldn't it be easier just to forget

the whole thing and bury the hatchet?

Barney already buried it right where it hurts.

(Barney) 'If I know Fred, he'll never apologize.'

And I have a feeling he will

before I finish these rockile socks.

- 'Hey, Barney.' - Betty, he's back to apologize.

- The feud's over. - See, I told you.

(Barney) 'Coming, Fred.'

[door opens]

'Hiya, Fred.'

[crashing]

Did you get the license of that truck?

It's six days and Fred hasn't said a word to me.

Oh, he wouldn't hold that much longer.

I've got a feeling he'll apologize real soon.

I kinda miss him talking to me. Even if it's only an insult.

You just hold out, Barney.

He's got to learn that people have feelings.

It used to be nice ridin' in together

and a daily gin rummy games.

He still has those.

(Betty and Barney) 'With who?'

With who?

With his greatest admirer..

...himself.

Take a look in the window.

(Fred) 'Boy, what a hand.'

Looks like I got you.

Yep, my friend, this does it. Gin!

[laughing]

That's the third hand he's won in a row.

So, what kind of winning is that?

Beating yourself.

For Fred, winning is all what counts.

Nine days! Guess, Fred was right.

He can get along without his former best friend.

He'll give in, Barney, eventually.

Yeah, he can go off alone, swim alone

but our favorite sport, badminton.

He can't play that alone.

Well, it ain't easy.

Uh, come over here and take a look.

All set, pal.

Nice shot, Flintstone.

pew

A beauty, Freddy boy.

Good one, boy.

Yee-yabba-dabba-doo!

You win again, Flintstone.

Have a nice game, dear?

[panting]

[mumbling]

Too wonderful for words, eh?

You wouldn't have to go through all this

if you'd just tell Barney.

If, if anybody is gonna apologize

it's gonna be that stubborn old..

[panting] I-I can hold on as long as him.

Longer.

thud

You're sure this is the way you want it, Barney?

I'm not living next door to somebody

as unfriendly as, if you pardon the expression

Fred Flintstone.

- But, Barney, maybe-- - 'No maybe, if's.'

'Hello, Quickstone Real Estate company?'

You're right, sir. Sam Quickstone talking.

What, sir? You want to sell your house?

Yes, sir, Mr. Rubble. We sell faster and for more money too.

Be at your place pronto.

He'll be right here to look the place over.

thud thud thud

Well, you sure got here fast.

In the real estate racket you can't let

grass grow beneath your feet.

Hmm, there's a joke in there somewhere.

Oh, well. Shall we have a glance at this little gem of a home?

(Betty) 'This way, Mr. Quickstone.'

Oh, yes, yes. Thank you.

Modern, modern, very modern.

Wall-to-wall grass.

How's the real estate market now, Mr. Quickstone?

Way, way up, if you're buying.

If you're selling, you take an awful beating.

We're very anxious to get out fast.

You see my neighbor Fred--

But the gentlemen isn't interested

in our troubles, Barney.

Um, what do you think we can get for this house?

Well, we'll ask for a firm 10,000.

(Betty and Barney) '10,000?'

- And sell for a firm five. - 'Huh?'

Unless they won't go any higher than three.

- Firm? - Like the rock of Gibraltar.

[tires screeching]

Hello there, folks.

Just happened to be driving past your spread here

and I saw the "For sale" sign.

What's your asking for the place?

Well, we thought about a firm--

- 20,000. - But you said--

It's cheap at that price, dirt cheap.

Just wander through this gorgeous Texas type

plantation, sir. Feast your eyes on its decor.

'Done in early Alamo.'

Just the kind of spread I've been looking for.

Something cozy. Just sold my place in Dallas.

- 'Rambling Farmhouse.' - Too big, huh?

(male 1) 'Ramble too far. Gary Houston.'

I'll just mosey on to if you all don't mind.

[laughing]

Don't we Texans talk funny?

Mm-hm. Oh, my. He's a cinch to buy the place.

Uh, 20,000?

Rich Texans like to over pay?

But how do you know he's rich?

Everybody in Texas is rich, Barney.

It's some kind of Texas law.

Nice. Mighty nice.

(Mr. Quickstone) 'And it's a real bargain at 10,000.'

Uh, one thing bothers me though..

(Mr. Quickstone) 'Let's deal at 8000.'

I-it's the roof. Does it leak?

- Only when it rains. - 7000. We'll take it.

Take your husband out of here before he mixes this deal.

Uh, let's go for a walk, dear, and leave this boring

matter of money to Mr. Quick stone.

I think he's really interested in buying.

Yeah, I guess so. I'm gonna miss Fred, Betty.

'I'll miss Wilma too, Barney.'

Yeah, we'll just drift apart and never see each other again.

You haven't touched your lunch, Fred.

I'm not hungry.

'You can't live without eating.'

What's so great about living?

Oh, you really miss Barney, don't you?

Do I act like I can't get along without Barney?

- Yes. - 'Well, I can.'

'And let's not keep hopping on the subject.'

Sure, dear. Sure.

Oh, while I fix the coffee, I thought you'd like

to look over this old album I found.

'Just for laughs.'

Where did you find this old relic?

In the cellar. Oh, Fred.

Isn't that a picture of you and Barney

taken a long long time ago?

Yeah, his mother used to walk us both in the park.

[Fred sniffles]

How sad you've drifted apart.

Two men who were friends from boyhood.

Look, Wilma, our old scout picture.

We were together always.

[Fred sobbing]

And this one, Fred.

Yeah, that's Barney during the war.

Taking me to the camp hospital when I fell off the desk.

'Not one of your best pictures, Fred.'

Well, you can't smile when you're wounded

with a paper clip on your foot.

What a shame.

This beautiful friendship ended because Barney

is a stubborn old goat.

Don't say that about my pal. Barney's tops.

'Why don't you tell Barney that, Fred?'

I will and right now.

Yes, siree, sir. 4000's mighty cheap for this lovely aboard.

(Fred) 'Barney. Barney, where are you, pal?'

Uh, Mr. and Mrs. Rubble have gone out.

Oh, thanks. I'm Fred Flintstone, Mr. Rubble's neighbor.

Yes, well, as I was saying.

You couldn't buy a nicer house than this, Mr. Yipee I. O. Rock.

Did I hear that somebody's buying this house?

Well, sir. I have made up my mind completely.

My best friend Barney, selling his house because of me.

Say, maybe that Texan won't buy the house.

No, the look in his eyes, that's a house buyer look.

Now think, Flintstone, think.

How do you convince a guy not to buy a house?

I got it. Good thinking Flintstone.

Yeah, the bad neighbor policy.

I'll sign for the place, sir.

I was a bit worried about buying it

till I met that Fred Flintstone.

Sounds like a real fine top neighbor.

Real nice. Yes, real nice.

Just chip right here on the dotted line.

I'll fill in the details later.

[drumbeats]

What's that?

Sounds like a stampeding herd of longhorn

Texas water buffalo.

Uh, probably lightening and thunder, sir.

- The sign. - Thunder with a beat?

[drumbeats]

(Fred) 'Howdy neighbor, just practicing up.'

'I'm the member of the Bedrock Fife and Drum Corps.'

You don't bang those every afternoon, do you?

No, no. Most of the time I practice at night.

All night while my neighbors are sleeping.

[laughing]

- 'Or trying to.' - I see.

Freeze right where you are.

I got to get somethin' out of my car.

[blowing long horn]

I played in the long horn band back home.

If I practice day and night maybe I can join

'your group here, friend and neighbor to be.'

Oh, boy.

Sign right here, sir.

Wasn't sure about buying until I found out

that Flintstone and me have something in common.

Our love for music.

[knocking on door]

Good afternoon, I'm with the freeway commission.

You know putting in new roads to speed up traffic.

You're the owner of this property?

Well, he was about to buy.

You mean traffic might be coming close to this house?

- Uh-huh. - Uh, how close?

(Fred) 'Shouldn't trouble you too much, sir.'

Of course, it might be a little bother

opening and closing the front and back door

'all day and night.'

- Opening and closing the doors? - For the cars.

The freeway is going right through about here.

Through the house?

Somebody is making an awful mistake.

You're so right.

Any poor sap who's thinking of buying this joint.

Just a gag, sir.

They don't put freeway right through the houses.

[car honking]

Just making a dry run in advance

to check the route.

Of course, you realize you'll have to widen.

the front and back door for two-way traffic

you understand?

I'm not buying any house with a road going through the middle.

Not even for a $1000.

Well, we'll take into consideration

the slight inconvenience. How about five hundred?

Looks like he changed his mind about buying, Mr. Quickstone.

And I did about handling the deal.

You didn't tell me a freeway was going through your house.

'Goodbye.'

- A Freeway? - A Freeway?

[Fred laughing]

A freeway and he fell for it.

Fred, what are doing with that kooky outfit on?

You cooked up that freeway story, Fred?

So as we couldn't sell the house.

Why, Fred? What did you do that for?

Because I didn't want you to move.

Not my best friend, bosom buddy

and constant companion, whom I almost lost

because I have been a stupid, nutsy dope.

You're only saying that because it's true.

But I never expected to hear it from you.

Well, I never thought I'd hear Fred Flintstone

say those words. Admit everything.

I never thought I'd hear it.

Well, I got a great big fat surprise for all of you.

[giggling]

Neither did I.

[laughing]

[theme music]

toing

[yawning]

clank

thud

[music continues]

thud

bang

[rattling]

Wilma!

'Wilma!'

'Come on, Wilma, open this door!'

Wilma!