The Flintstones — S02E11 — The Beauty Contest

00:00:06 Attaboy, Rocky. You can lift it.

00:02:03 Don't go away, Dino.

00:03:05 Heel, Dino! Down, boy! I'm your master!

00:04:11 These hats are murder on convertible tops.

00:05:14 Fred Flintstone!

00:06:19 And she turned around and walked back to where I was standing.

00:07:25 -You mean--? -That's right. Turn in our hats.

00:08:43 he's been bubbling over, humming and whistling.

00:09:44 There goes my job.

00:10:36 Now, I'm not trying to influence you, Fred.

00:11:37 The beauty contest judge, eh?

00:12:32 Well, I say I never heard of such abject cringing in all my life.

00:13:31 And I'm voting for Bessie. She's, uh--

00:14:30 -I'm sorry. -Yes?

00:15:20 It wouldn't be easy.

00:16:27 Why, yes, Mr. Rubble.

00:17:45 Stay out!

00:18:45 When I was single, sometimes, I'd dial the correct time number on the phone

00:19:50 I'm going over to Wilma's, and I don't wanna hear any more about it.

00:20:58 Well, we'll know pretty soon, Betty.

00:21:55 Well, just for a gag,

00:23:02 -It's Big Louie and his boys. What do we do? -

00:24:02 It's a tie for first place.

00:26:05 Wilma!