Fred Flintstone: It is on a hot day.
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Cliff Vandercave: Do you know what we do up here?Comment
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Fred Flintstone: Well me and the guys have always wondered.Comment
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Cliff Vandercave: We interface, Flintstone, we conceptualize, tenderize, prioritize.Comment
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Fred Flintstone: When do we eat?Comment
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Grizzled Man: Wait, do you know this guy?Comment
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Barney Rubble: No, he used to be my best friend. Heck if it weren't for me, this whole mess probably wouldn't have happened.Comment
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Grizzled Man: Thanks for telling us. We could've made a very big mistake. Hang both of them!Comment
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Cliff Vandercave: I want you to fire Bernard Rubble.Comment
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Fred Flintstone: Done! Wait, fire Barney, why?Comment
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Cliff Vandercave: Well he scored the lowest on the company aptitude test. He's an imbosile. The company can't afford to have dead weight like him on the payroll.Comment
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Fred Flintstone: But Mr. Vandercave, he's got a new kid, a mortgage, I'm his best friend, I can't.Comment
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Cliff Vandercave: Look, Fred, if you don't fire him, I will, and then I'll fire you.Comment
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Sharon Stone: can I get you anything? Coffee?Comment
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Fred Flintstone: Sure.Comment
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Sharon Stone: How would you like it?Comment
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Fred Flintstone: In a cup?Comment
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Sharon Stone: Bold choice, Mr. Flintstone!Comment
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Fred Flintstone: Barney Rubble has been my neighbor, my lodge brother and my best friend since the first time I went through the fifth grade.Comment
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[Dino grabs one of the steaks off the grill and runs away]Comment
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Fred Flintstone: Hey, Barn, you like your steak rare?Comment
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Barney Rubble: Yeah.Comment
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Fred Flintstone: That one's yours.Comment
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[Barney chases Dino]Comment
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Cliff Vandercave: Son of a Brachiosaurus!Comment
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Barney Rubble: It's like a dream come true. A son. Somebody to carry on the proud name of Rubble. 'Think I'll be a good daddy, Fred?Comment
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Fred Flintstone: Well you're bound to find something you're good at.Comment
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Pearl Slaghoople: Somebody has to look after my daughter and grandchild, while you're out corrausing with a bunch of neanderthals.Comment
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Fred Flintstone: Oh really? Well for your information the lodge no longer accepts neanderthals.Comment
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Pearl Slaghoople: He robs your nest egg to bail out that little troll next door, while my daughter has to wash her clothes in the river.Comment
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Fred Flintstone: I've got half a mind...!Comment
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Pearl Slaghoople: Oh don't flatter yourself.Comment
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Adoption Agency Worker: Mr. and Mrs. Rubble, this is your little boy.Comment
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[Presents Bamm-Bamm]Comment
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Betty Rubble: Oh Barney isn't he precious?Comment
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Fred Flintstone: Precious? They'd have been better off with the monkey.Comment
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Wilma Flintstone: Fred!Comment
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Betty Rubble: Does he have a name?Comment
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Adoption Agency Worker: Bamm-Bamm.Comment
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Barney Rubble: Is that shot for something?Comment
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Adoption Agency Worker: Yes, Bamm-Bamm-Bamm. You're going to have to take it slowly with this one, he doesn't speak yet and is alittle skimish around humans, but then again I would be too if I'd been raised by wild Mastadons. Ha ha ha.Comment
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Barney Rubble, Betty Rubble: Mastadons?Comment
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Adoption Agency Worker: Let's not nitpick! A mammal's a mammal.Comment
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Cashier: Mrs. Rubble, there seems to be a slight problem with your credit card.Comment
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Betty Rubble: Really? What's that?Comment
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Cashier: It's no damn good!Comment
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[Breaks the card with a hammer]Comment
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Fred Flintstone: Sorry I'm late. Had car trouble, I picked up a nail.Comment
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[Shows everyone a bandaid on his dirty foot]Comment
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Mr. Slate: Thank you for sharing that with us, Mr. Flagstone. May we continue?Comment
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