The Flintstones: Wind-Up Wilma

00:00:06 You better slow down, Fred.

00:01:01 Nothing's sacred anymore.

00:03:07 You're right, lady. This is a crime.

00:04:06 Oh, I couldn't do it again.

00:04:52 "And rember, no lumps."

00:05:43 or we're in big trouble.

00:06:47 And I'm Tommy Lashael, the manager.

00:07:41 we will pay you 1000 clams a game.

00:08:27 I don't care if he pays..

00:09:24 There's no way a woman can pitch in the big leagues.

00:10:27 Ten perfect pitches is better than alright.

00:11:24 Hey, Barn, it's our new neighbor, Frank Frankenstone.

00:12:14 Will you take it easy, Creepy legs?

00:13:18 If everything works out, we can afford a maid and a cook

00:14:11 'that our lives are in for a big change.'

00:15:21 Boy, 2 o'clock in the mornin', and I tried everythin'.

00:16:47 Yeah? Wha-wh-wh..

00:17:49 'This is the moment the fans have been waiting for.'

00:18:50 "How do I look in my new uniform?"

00:19:35 This is it, ladies and gentlemen.

00:20:27 My name is Fred Flintstone, pal.

00:21:34 - Are you alright? - Yes, Fred.

00:22:33 Of all the nerve.

00:23:30 'Yabba-dabba-doo!'