The Flintstones (1960–1966): Season 1, Episode 27 - Rooms for Rent - full transcript
The Rubbles and Flintstones need extra money, so each couple rents out a room to a music student. The music students turn out to have no money, so Betty and Wilma decide to take music lessons from them instead in preparation for the lodge's amateur night.
Wilma.
The cat is out of the bag.
Or more accurately,
the saber-toothed lion is out of his cage.
Wilma, who is that?
Who is what, dear?
The guy sitting on our bed
making all that racket.
Why, that's our new boarder, silly.
A hundred and seventeen...
sixty-two fifty...
forty-one seventy-five...
eleven eighty-two and twenty-six seventy.
Wilma.
Wilma, I want to talk to you.
- Oh, dear. I've been expecting this.
- What's wrong, Wilma?
Fred's been looking over
the checkbook stubs.
I'd better go home.
Husbands become so unreasonable...
when they get their nose
in a checking account.
You're right, Betty.
Men just doesn't understand
a woman's bookkeeping system.
They like our figures
before we get married, but not afterwards.
Not when it comes to checkbooks.
Wilma...
I got a bone to pick with you.
See you later, Wilma. I hope.
I see you've been going over
the checking account, dear.
- How do we stand?
- Stand?
We don't stand. We're flat on our face.
We have no checking account.
We're way overdrawn.
Why, that's impossible.
The bank must have made a mistake.
Naturally.
What good are all their bookkeepers,
adding machines, double checking...
compared to your system, whatever it is.
Are you going to believe your wife
or the bank?
Does the bank cook your dinner for you
every night?
Does the bank wash your clothes,
clean your house?
Now don't go feminine on me, Wilma.
I stay home and slave all day.
And what thanks do I get?
- Overdrawn?
- Way overdrawn.
- I'm sorry, Fred.
- Okay, Wilma.
In the past, I used to get mad about this,
but no more.
No reason why we can't discuss
this calmly, like adult people.
- Right?
- Right, Fred.
The way I look at it, Wilma...
being married
is like running a business as partners.
That's a lovely thought, Fred.
And partners must sit down
every once in a while...
and discuss how their business is going.
- Right?
- That makes good sense.
Now, partner...
I have a report to make in regards
to Fred Flintstone and Company...
if I may open the discussion?
Go right ahead, Fred.
It's your right as senior partner.
Thank you. Let's see. Yeah, here it is.
- Partner.
- Yes, partner?
You are spending too much money.
You use checks like they were coupons.
They're money, hard-earned money.
But, Fred, we're partners.
Partners. What's partners
about the Frilly-Frilly Sweater Shop...
or the Bedrock Tearoom?
Or the Jolly Boys Tavern
or the Sure Strike Bowling Ball Company?
That's different.
That's business expenses.
Since when do you conduct your
business at the bowling alley?
- Hey, Betty.
- What is it, Barney?
Fred and Wilma are having
a real ring-a-ding over there.
What's the trouble?
They're arguing over
their checking account.
Fred was looking over the checks.
Checking account. That gives me an idea.
I better check my checks.
I'm sorry.
Serves me right.
Me and my big mouth.
Good morning, Betty.
How about coming over
for a cup of coffee?
Okay, Wilma. Did Fred leave for work yet?
Yeah, the old beard slammed out of here
earlier than usual.
I'm afraid we got pretty loud last night.
- Did you hear us?
- Of course not.
I couldn't hear a thing
over Barney's yelling.
Barney's yelling? About what?
Our checking account, what else?
You, too?
Come on over.
I'll make the coffee real strong.
Okay, Wilma, I'll be right there.
If we could only earn some extra money...
it would eliminate
all these arguments over bills.
Sure, but the boys won't let us go out
and get a job.
Yeah. I can just hear Fred saying,
"A woman's place is in the home."
I bet it wasn't a wife
that started that saying.
Betty, I've got an idea.
Shooting them is against the law, Wilma.
Boarders.
Boarders.
We can make some money right here
in our home by taking in a boarder.
That's right.
We're cooking
and doing housework anyway.
Sure, we might as well make
some money on it.
Wilma, that's a great idea. You're a genius.
- There, how does it look?
- Great.
Now all we got to do is wait for results.
As soon as I rent the room,
you can hang the sign at your house.
That's right. We're not in competition.
- I wonder who that is.
- Maybe someone wants the room already.
Just a minute.
- Yes?
- Hello, ma'am.
We're a couple of students
working our way through college.
And we're looking for a nice pad, like.
- Pad?
- What's that?
It's like your sign says, "Pad for hire."
You mean "room for rent."
Come on in, boys.
You say you're majoring in music
at Bedrock College?
- And you work at night?
- That's right, ma'am.
It sounds okay.
One can stay here and the other
can rent a room from you, Betty.
Crazy, man, crazy.
- What kind of a job do you boys have?
- We work at the Granite Club, ma'am.
You mean that jazz joint downtown?
Yes, ma'am, music will be our life's work
and that place is the most.
It's like an internship
and way out grooberonie.
Would you like to glamour our act?
We'd love to. There's a piano in the corner.
Lead me in to it, Sully.
- They're good, Betty.
- I'll say.
That's wonderful, boys,
you have lots of talent.
Yes, ma'am, talent we got,
money we ain't.
No money?
How do you expect to pay
for your room and board?
We thought maybe we could pay
by giving music lessons.
You know, maybe teach to beat the skins,
or sock out a tune on the 88.
Or teach you
the latest dance steps, maybe.
Come on, Sully, I guess it won't work.
I'm sorry, ladies, but by the time we pay
our tuition at college...
and buy new skins for the bongos
and the latest records...
we got no money left.
It's all very discouraging.
This is our first time
away from home and...
Oh, well. Thanks anyway, ladies. Goodbye.
The poor kids.
Wait a minute, boys, I have an idea.
Betty, why don't we let them help us
with the act we're gonna do?
You know, the contest
at the Annual Dinosaur Lodge Affair.
Wilma, I was thinking the same thing.
And if we win first prize,
we'll be $500 richer.
Right. And in the meantime,
we'll be giving the boys a home.
Right.
Okay, fellas,
I think we can wheel and deal.
We'll give you room and board
for two weeks if you'll coach our act.
Gosh.
You are two of the nicest
middle-aged ladies in the whole world.
Gee, thanks a lot.
I think I'll call
about my social security, Wilma.
Maybe it's time for me
to collect my old-age pension.
Yeah. Me, too.
Fine thing,
we got to walk home from work...
because we can't afford gas for our cars
until payday.
- The exercise will do us good, Fred.
- Exercise.
My feet are killing me.
Come on, let's take the subway.
Papers, get the latest papers here.
Paper, mister?
How about that, Barney?
Says the army has developed
a new bow and arrow.
Yeah, the sling shot is obsolete now.
This arrow really must be something.
It has an atomic warhead.
A guy can get hurt playing around
with one of those.
Would you big spenders like me
to turn the page now?
Fresh kid. Come on, Barney.
Sheesh, you meet all kinds in this racket.
Here's the station, Fred.
Yeah, here we go,
down with the rest of the sardines.
Next stop, Pebble Street.
That's our train, Fred, hurry.
Hold it, conductor.
We made it.
Come on, let's get moving.
Plenty of room in the back.
Take it away, Charlie.
We squeezed in.
Yeah, and there's plenty of room, too.
Boy, I got a fat one tonight.
The little guy's got cold hands.
You know, Barney, I've been thinking
about our financial problems all day...
and I got a great idea how we can make
money right in our own houses.
No, count me out, pal.
Counterfeiting is a federal offense.
Very funny.
Barney, sometimes I wonder
why I stay friends with you.
I don't know, Fred.
Unless it's because I'm true blue,
witty, generous...
and I let you beat me in bowling.
Cut it out, will you? This is serious.
I'm sorry, Fred. What's your idea?
It was about 2:00 this afternoon.
- No, it was close to 3:00.
- All right, 3:00.
And I thought to myself,
here's my friend, Barney...
in the same kind of financial bind I'm in.
How true.
But what to do about it,
that's the question.
And then it comes to me.
- What comes to you, Fred?
- My brilliant idea.
We both got spare rooms in our houses
we never use.
So, why not put the rooms to work for us?
Let's take in some boarders.
- Gee, I don't know, Fred.
- Why? What's wrong with that?
I don't think the girls would like the idea.
Now we both agree
that taking in a boarder is a good idea.
- Right, Barney?
- Right, Fred.
Good. Now all we got to do
is sell the idea to the girls.
- Fred.
- Yeah, Barney?
If Betty throws me out,
will you take me in as a boarder?
Quit your kidding, Barney.
Who's kidding?
You know how sore Betty gets...
when she doesn't agree
with one of your ideas.
That Barney, what a guy.
Now to ease into the boarder idea
with Wilma.
Wilma.
I'm home.
Say hello to Fred, Dino.
No, Dino. Down, boy.
All right, come on.
Whoever heard of carrying a pet
into the house piggyback?
It's just that Dino loves you so much, Fred.
Yeah, I'm gonna train him
to hate me a little.
That was a wonderful meal, Wilma honey.
From the pterodactyl soup...
through the brontosaurus steak
New York cut...
right down to the dodo bird pie,
and the litchi nuts.
Thank you, Fred.
He's in a good mood.
There'll never be a better time
to spring the boarder news.
She's in a good mood.
There'll never be a better time
to spring the boarder news.
- Wilma, I got...
- Fred, I got something...
- I've been thinking...
- You'll never guess...
Hold it. I got news for you,
we're gonna take in a boarder.
There's no need to have a spare room
that's not being used.
Now what do you got to say about that?
That's a wonderful idea, Fred.
Never...
will I ever figure out women.
Hey, Fred, how did you make out?
- I talked her into it.
- Good, I sold Betty on the idea, too.
Good boy, Barney.
Now, let's see.
If I can get $10 a week for the room,
that'll be...
$40 a month.
Boy, I can bowl a lot of games
with that kind of dough.
Now, if I ask for $15 a week...
- Hiya, Mr. Flintstone.
- What are you doing?
I'm doing my homework.
Now if you'll excuse me, sir.
Wilma.
The cat is out of the bag.
Or more accurately,
the saber-toothed lion is out of his cage.
Wilma, who is that?
Who is what, dear?
That guy sitting on our bed
making all that racket.
Why, that's our new boarder, silly.
Don't tell me you can't remember
suggesting a boarder.
Yeah, that's right.
I did suggest a boarder...
but I didn't suggest him.
That does it.
No, Barney.
Just let me get my hands on him
for five seconds. Please, Betty.
Cool it down, will you, please?
I must have quiet
when I'm doing my homework.
He's staying here two weeks
and that's final.
We must help students get an education.
If people didn't encourage musical talent...
where would
our future Louis Primas come from?
As a matter of fact,
it's our patriotic duty.
I'm putting in for the Purple Heart.
Not only are we helping
our nation's educational program, Fred...
but in two weeks, we'll be $500 ahead.
- $500. How?
- How?
It's one of those package deals.
You know, fringe benefits,
educational subsidies, stuff like that.
Yeah, I heard of that.
I think.
Now, why don't you calm down
and go bowl a few games with Barney?
That's a good idea.
With so much money coming in,
I can afford to put a few games on the cuff.
So long, honey. See you later.
He almost had me then.
Betty and I want to keep that prize money
as a surprise.
Watch this, Barney.
A reverse strike off the backboard.
- That's a pretty good shot, Fred.
- There's nothing to it.
I just think of those pins as bongo drums
and I can't miss.
It's only for two weeks...
and the dough we'll get
for room and board is worth it.
Yeah, it'll be hard on the nerves...
but for $500
I guess I can take it for two weeks.
What's holding dinner up, Wilma?
I'm starved.
Coming right up, Fred.
I've got two
Swiss brontosaurus steaks tonight.
Dig in, boys.
Excuse me, Mr. Flintstone.
- What's the idea of taking the big piece?
- I'm a growing boy.
You're not going to grow any older
if you pull that stuff.
Now put that steak back.
Help, Mrs. Flintstone. He's at it again.
Stop that, Fred.
You'll make Sully late for work.
I'd like to make Sully late
for his next birthday.
I'm telling you, Barney,
I can't take much more of this.
I've been on a diet ever since
that Sully kid has been in our house.
I didn't plan it, just worked out that way.
I know how you feel, Fred.
Things are the same at my house.
- But it's only for ten more days.
- Seems more like ten more years.
All right, Mrs. Flintstone...
let's see the act
you and Mrs. Rubble have worked out.
Okay. It's a good act,
but maybe you can put some polish to it.
We'll try. Start whenever you're ready.
A one, a two.
We're telling the girls
they lost their dollies, lost their dollies
Hold it, Mrs. Flintstone.
- What's wrong?
- You've lost us.
No matter how we try to polish that act,
it'd still be dull.
I think we better work up
a new one for you...
with some real way-out singing
and dancing.
- That'd be swell, Betty.
- Yeah.
Considering we've been doing that
dolly act for five years and never won.
Boy, I never saw time drag so slow.
Five more days.
Dinner's ready, Fred.
Hurry up, dear, it'll get cold.
What's the matter with her?
Here you are, dear.
Okay, hold it.
Yes, Fred?
- What's with the floor show?
- Nothing, Fred. I just feel happy.
Happy. Let me tell you something, Wilma.
If you get any happier, the happy wagon
will back up to the door for you.
Come to think of it,
I'm happy myself tonight.
This is my first meal without Sully around.
Hiya, Mr. Flintstone.
Mrs. Flintstone, he did it again.
Barney-boy, today is the last day
for the boarders.
Right, Fred. Out they go.
Ever since that kid's been boarding
with us...
Betty has been acting peculiar.
Singing crazy stuff like...
You know, jiggling all over the house.
Yeah, Wilma's been doing the same thing.
If it wasn't for the dough we're gonna get,
I would've knocked it off long ago.
Well, it's all over now.
When we get home, we'll throw them out.
That will be a pleasure.
Well, Mrs. Flintstone and Mrs. Rubble,
this is goodbye.
You're doing real well with your new act.
- I bet you, you'll take first prize.
- Thanks, boys.
- Are you sure you wouldn't stay longer?
- No, thanks, Mrs. Flintstone.
A deal is a deal.
Besides, Mr. Flintstone doesn't like me.
You're wrong.
He just has trouble showing it.
There they are.
Out you guys. Hit the bricks.
You're right, Mrs. Flintstone.
He has a real tough time showing it.
- Goodbye, folks. You were all swell to us.
- Goodbye, boys.
Goodbye. Drop in sometime to say hello.
- Fred, they really weren't bad kids.
- Yeah, I know.
So long, fellas.
And good luck and...
...to you.
That's it.
Okay, Wilma, where's the money?
- Money?
- What money?
What money?
The money your boarders paid you, $500.
They weren't supposed to pay
any money, Fred.
- No, it was a package deal.
- A package deal?
You mean, there's a string to it?
Sit down, boys,
Betty and I will explain the whole thing.
I still say this is silly, Fred.
We drive the girls all the way down
and then we stand outside...
when we could be
inside watching the show.
You mean watching Wilma and Betty
make a show of themselves, don't you?
Besides, I'm still sore about
putting up with...
two weeks of bongo drumming
for nothing.
Ladies and gentlemen...
the judges have reached the decision
on the talent contest.
Fred, they're going to announce
the winner.
The winners are...
Mrs. Fred Flintstone...
and Mrs. Barney Rubble.
- Thank you.
- Likewise, I'm sure.
Did you hear that, Fred?
The girls won $500.
I can't believe it.
Now, ain't you sorry for being
such a sorehead?
Come on, Barney, we got things to do.
Fred, wait. What are you talking about?
Never mind, pal. Just get in the car.
I'll explain later.
I can't wait till I get hold of that Fred.
And Barney's got
a lot of explaining to do, too.
Not coming in to watch our act
is bad enough...
but taking the car
and leaving us stranded is too much.
Men are such soreheads
when their wives make good.
Yeah, like spoiled kids.
- Fred!
- Barney!
What are you doing?
I figure that since you gals won tonight...
Barney and I will be a cinch
to win next year's show...
with the act we'll work up.
Hit it, Barney-boy.
A year of this?
Don't worry, Wilma,
you'll be dispossessed in a week.
I can hardly wait.
Men!
Come on, Wilma, open the door!
English
The cat is out of the bag.
Or more accurately,
the saber-toothed lion is out of his cage.
Wilma, who is that?
Who is what, dear?
The guy sitting on our bed
making all that racket.
Why, that's our new boarder, silly.
A hundred and seventeen...
sixty-two fifty...
forty-one seventy-five...
eleven eighty-two and twenty-six seventy.
Wilma.
Wilma, I want to talk to you.
- Oh, dear. I've been expecting this.
- What's wrong, Wilma?
Fred's been looking over
the checkbook stubs.
I'd better go home.
Husbands become so unreasonable...
when they get their nose
in a checking account.
You're right, Betty.
Men just doesn't understand
a woman's bookkeeping system.
They like our figures
before we get married, but not afterwards.
Not when it comes to checkbooks.
Wilma...
I got a bone to pick with you.
See you later, Wilma. I hope.
I see you've been going over
the checking account, dear.
- How do we stand?
- Stand?
We don't stand. We're flat on our face.
We have no checking account.
We're way overdrawn.
Why, that's impossible.
The bank must have made a mistake.
Naturally.
What good are all their bookkeepers,
adding machines, double checking...
compared to your system, whatever it is.
Are you going to believe your wife
or the bank?
Does the bank cook your dinner for you
every night?
Does the bank wash your clothes,
clean your house?
Now don't go feminine on me, Wilma.
I stay home and slave all day.
And what thanks do I get?
- Overdrawn?
- Way overdrawn.
- I'm sorry, Fred.
- Okay, Wilma.
In the past, I used to get mad about this,
but no more.
No reason why we can't discuss
this calmly, like adult people.
- Right?
- Right, Fred.
The way I look at it, Wilma...
being married
is like running a business as partners.
That's a lovely thought, Fred.
And partners must sit down
every once in a while...
and discuss how their business is going.
- Right?
- That makes good sense.
Now, partner...
I have a report to make in regards
to Fred Flintstone and Company...
if I may open the discussion?
Go right ahead, Fred.
It's your right as senior partner.
Thank you. Let's see. Yeah, here it is.
- Partner.
- Yes, partner?
You are spending too much money.
You use checks like they were coupons.
They're money, hard-earned money.
But, Fred, we're partners.
Partners. What's partners
about the Frilly-Frilly Sweater Shop...
or the Bedrock Tearoom?
Or the Jolly Boys Tavern
or the Sure Strike Bowling Ball Company?
That's different.
That's business expenses.
Since when do you conduct your
business at the bowling alley?
- Hey, Betty.
- What is it, Barney?
Fred and Wilma are having
a real ring-a-ding over there.
What's the trouble?
They're arguing over
their checking account.
Fred was looking over the checks.
Checking account. That gives me an idea.
I better check my checks.
I'm sorry.
Serves me right.
Me and my big mouth.
Good morning, Betty.
How about coming over
for a cup of coffee?
Okay, Wilma. Did Fred leave for work yet?
Yeah, the old beard slammed out of here
earlier than usual.
I'm afraid we got pretty loud last night.
- Did you hear us?
- Of course not.
I couldn't hear a thing
over Barney's yelling.
Barney's yelling? About what?
Our checking account, what else?
You, too?
Come on over.
I'll make the coffee real strong.
Okay, Wilma, I'll be right there.
If we could only earn some extra money...
it would eliminate
all these arguments over bills.
Sure, but the boys won't let us go out
and get a job.
Yeah. I can just hear Fred saying,
"A woman's place is in the home."
I bet it wasn't a wife
that started that saying.
Betty, I've got an idea.
Shooting them is against the law, Wilma.
Boarders.
Boarders.
We can make some money right here
in our home by taking in a boarder.
That's right.
We're cooking
and doing housework anyway.
Sure, we might as well make
some money on it.
Wilma, that's a great idea. You're a genius.
- There, how does it look?
- Great.
Now all we got to do is wait for results.
As soon as I rent the room,
you can hang the sign at your house.
That's right. We're not in competition.
- I wonder who that is.
- Maybe someone wants the room already.
Just a minute.
- Yes?
- Hello, ma'am.
We're a couple of students
working our way through college.
And we're looking for a nice pad, like.
- Pad?
- What's that?
It's like your sign says, "Pad for hire."
You mean "room for rent."
Come on in, boys.
You say you're majoring in music
at Bedrock College?
- And you work at night?
- That's right, ma'am.
It sounds okay.
One can stay here and the other
can rent a room from you, Betty.
Crazy, man, crazy.
- What kind of a job do you boys have?
- We work at the Granite Club, ma'am.
You mean that jazz joint downtown?
Yes, ma'am, music will be our life's work
and that place is the most.
It's like an internship
and way out grooberonie.
Would you like to glamour our act?
We'd love to. There's a piano in the corner.
Lead me in to it, Sully.
- They're good, Betty.
- I'll say.
That's wonderful, boys,
you have lots of talent.
Yes, ma'am, talent we got,
money we ain't.
No money?
How do you expect to pay
for your room and board?
We thought maybe we could pay
by giving music lessons.
You know, maybe teach to beat the skins,
or sock out a tune on the 88.
Or teach you
the latest dance steps, maybe.
Come on, Sully, I guess it won't work.
I'm sorry, ladies, but by the time we pay
our tuition at college...
and buy new skins for the bongos
and the latest records...
we got no money left.
It's all very discouraging.
This is our first time
away from home and...
Oh, well. Thanks anyway, ladies. Goodbye.
The poor kids.
Wait a minute, boys, I have an idea.
Betty, why don't we let them help us
with the act we're gonna do?
You know, the contest
at the Annual Dinosaur Lodge Affair.
Wilma, I was thinking the same thing.
And if we win first prize,
we'll be $500 richer.
Right. And in the meantime,
we'll be giving the boys a home.
Right.
Okay, fellas,
I think we can wheel and deal.
We'll give you room and board
for two weeks if you'll coach our act.
Gosh.
You are two of the nicest
middle-aged ladies in the whole world.
Gee, thanks a lot.
I think I'll call
about my social security, Wilma.
Maybe it's time for me
to collect my old-age pension.
Yeah. Me, too.
Fine thing,
we got to walk home from work...
because we can't afford gas for our cars
until payday.
- The exercise will do us good, Fred.
- Exercise.
My feet are killing me.
Come on, let's take the subway.
Papers, get the latest papers here.
Paper, mister?
How about that, Barney?
Says the army has developed
a new bow and arrow.
Yeah, the sling shot is obsolete now.
This arrow really must be something.
It has an atomic warhead.
A guy can get hurt playing around
with one of those.
Would you big spenders like me
to turn the page now?
Fresh kid. Come on, Barney.
Sheesh, you meet all kinds in this racket.
Here's the station, Fred.
Yeah, here we go,
down with the rest of the sardines.
Next stop, Pebble Street.
That's our train, Fred, hurry.
Hold it, conductor.
We made it.
Come on, let's get moving.
Plenty of room in the back.
Take it away, Charlie.
We squeezed in.
Yeah, and there's plenty of room, too.
Boy, I got a fat one tonight.
The little guy's got cold hands.
You know, Barney, I've been thinking
about our financial problems all day...
and I got a great idea how we can make
money right in our own houses.
No, count me out, pal.
Counterfeiting is a federal offense.
Very funny.
Barney, sometimes I wonder
why I stay friends with you.
I don't know, Fred.
Unless it's because I'm true blue,
witty, generous...
and I let you beat me in bowling.
Cut it out, will you? This is serious.
I'm sorry, Fred. What's your idea?
It was about 2:00 this afternoon.
- No, it was close to 3:00.
- All right, 3:00.
And I thought to myself,
here's my friend, Barney...
in the same kind of financial bind I'm in.
How true.
But what to do about it,
that's the question.
And then it comes to me.
- What comes to you, Fred?
- My brilliant idea.
We both got spare rooms in our houses
we never use.
So, why not put the rooms to work for us?
Let's take in some boarders.
- Gee, I don't know, Fred.
- Why? What's wrong with that?
I don't think the girls would like the idea.
Now we both agree
that taking in a boarder is a good idea.
- Right, Barney?
- Right, Fred.
Good. Now all we got to do
is sell the idea to the girls.
- Fred.
- Yeah, Barney?
If Betty throws me out,
will you take me in as a boarder?
Quit your kidding, Barney.
Who's kidding?
You know how sore Betty gets...
when she doesn't agree
with one of your ideas.
That Barney, what a guy.
Now to ease into the boarder idea
with Wilma.
Wilma.
I'm home.
Say hello to Fred, Dino.
No, Dino. Down, boy.
All right, come on.
Whoever heard of carrying a pet
into the house piggyback?
It's just that Dino loves you so much, Fred.
Yeah, I'm gonna train him
to hate me a little.
That was a wonderful meal, Wilma honey.
From the pterodactyl soup...
through the brontosaurus steak
New York cut...
right down to the dodo bird pie,
and the litchi nuts.
Thank you, Fred.
He's in a good mood.
There'll never be a better time
to spring the boarder news.
She's in a good mood.
There'll never be a better time
to spring the boarder news.
- Wilma, I got...
- Fred, I got something...
- I've been thinking...
- You'll never guess...
Hold it. I got news for you,
we're gonna take in a boarder.
There's no need to have a spare room
that's not being used.
Now what do you got to say about that?
That's a wonderful idea, Fred.
Never...
will I ever figure out women.
Hey, Fred, how did you make out?
- I talked her into it.
- Good, I sold Betty on the idea, too.
Good boy, Barney.
Now, let's see.
If I can get $10 a week for the room,
that'll be...
$40 a month.
Boy, I can bowl a lot of games
with that kind of dough.
Now, if I ask for $15 a week...
- Hiya, Mr. Flintstone.
- What are you doing?
I'm doing my homework.
Now if you'll excuse me, sir.
Wilma.
The cat is out of the bag.
Or more accurately,
the saber-toothed lion is out of his cage.
Wilma, who is that?
Who is what, dear?
That guy sitting on our bed
making all that racket.
Why, that's our new boarder, silly.
Don't tell me you can't remember
suggesting a boarder.
Yeah, that's right.
I did suggest a boarder...
but I didn't suggest him.
That does it.
No, Barney.
Just let me get my hands on him
for five seconds. Please, Betty.
Cool it down, will you, please?
I must have quiet
when I'm doing my homework.
He's staying here two weeks
and that's final.
We must help students get an education.
If people didn't encourage musical talent...
where would
our future Louis Primas come from?
As a matter of fact,
it's our patriotic duty.
I'm putting in for the Purple Heart.
Not only are we helping
our nation's educational program, Fred...
but in two weeks, we'll be $500 ahead.
- $500. How?
- How?
It's one of those package deals.
You know, fringe benefits,
educational subsidies, stuff like that.
Yeah, I heard of that.
I think.
Now, why don't you calm down
and go bowl a few games with Barney?
That's a good idea.
With so much money coming in,
I can afford to put a few games on the cuff.
So long, honey. See you later.
He almost had me then.
Betty and I want to keep that prize money
as a surprise.
Watch this, Barney.
A reverse strike off the backboard.
- That's a pretty good shot, Fred.
- There's nothing to it.
I just think of those pins as bongo drums
and I can't miss.
It's only for two weeks...
and the dough we'll get
for room and board is worth it.
Yeah, it'll be hard on the nerves...
but for $500
I guess I can take it for two weeks.
What's holding dinner up, Wilma?
I'm starved.
Coming right up, Fred.
I've got two
Swiss brontosaurus steaks tonight.
Dig in, boys.
Excuse me, Mr. Flintstone.
- What's the idea of taking the big piece?
- I'm a growing boy.
You're not going to grow any older
if you pull that stuff.
Now put that steak back.
Help, Mrs. Flintstone. He's at it again.
Stop that, Fred.
You'll make Sully late for work.
I'd like to make Sully late
for his next birthday.
I'm telling you, Barney,
I can't take much more of this.
I've been on a diet ever since
that Sully kid has been in our house.
I didn't plan it, just worked out that way.
I know how you feel, Fred.
Things are the same at my house.
- But it's only for ten more days.
- Seems more like ten more years.
All right, Mrs. Flintstone...
let's see the act
you and Mrs. Rubble have worked out.
Okay. It's a good act,
but maybe you can put some polish to it.
We'll try. Start whenever you're ready.
A one, a two.
We're telling the girls
they lost their dollies, lost their dollies
Hold it, Mrs. Flintstone.
- What's wrong?
- You've lost us.
No matter how we try to polish that act,
it'd still be dull.
I think we better work up
a new one for you...
with some real way-out singing
and dancing.
- That'd be swell, Betty.
- Yeah.
Considering we've been doing that
dolly act for five years and never won.
Boy, I never saw time drag so slow.
Five more days.
Dinner's ready, Fred.
Hurry up, dear, it'll get cold.
What's the matter with her?
Here you are, dear.
Okay, hold it.
Yes, Fred?
- What's with the floor show?
- Nothing, Fred. I just feel happy.
Happy. Let me tell you something, Wilma.
If you get any happier, the happy wagon
will back up to the door for you.
Come to think of it,
I'm happy myself tonight.
This is my first meal without Sully around.
Hiya, Mr. Flintstone.
Mrs. Flintstone, he did it again.
Barney-boy, today is the last day
for the boarders.
Right, Fred. Out they go.
Ever since that kid's been boarding
with us...
Betty has been acting peculiar.
Singing crazy stuff like...
You know, jiggling all over the house.
Yeah, Wilma's been doing the same thing.
If it wasn't for the dough we're gonna get,
I would've knocked it off long ago.
Well, it's all over now.
When we get home, we'll throw them out.
That will be a pleasure.
Well, Mrs. Flintstone and Mrs. Rubble,
this is goodbye.
You're doing real well with your new act.
- I bet you, you'll take first prize.
- Thanks, boys.
- Are you sure you wouldn't stay longer?
- No, thanks, Mrs. Flintstone.
A deal is a deal.
Besides, Mr. Flintstone doesn't like me.
You're wrong.
He just has trouble showing it.
There they are.
Out you guys. Hit the bricks.
You're right, Mrs. Flintstone.
He has a real tough time showing it.
- Goodbye, folks. You were all swell to us.
- Goodbye, boys.
Goodbye. Drop in sometime to say hello.
- Fred, they really weren't bad kids.
- Yeah, I know.
So long, fellas.
And good luck and...
...to you.
That's it.
Okay, Wilma, where's the money?
- Money?
- What money?
What money?
The money your boarders paid you, $500.
They weren't supposed to pay
any money, Fred.
- No, it was a package deal.
- A package deal?
You mean, there's a string to it?
Sit down, boys,
Betty and I will explain the whole thing.
I still say this is silly, Fred.
We drive the girls all the way down
and then we stand outside...
when we could be
inside watching the show.
You mean watching Wilma and Betty
make a show of themselves, don't you?
Besides, I'm still sore about
putting up with...
two weeks of bongo drumming
for nothing.
Ladies and gentlemen...
the judges have reached the decision
on the talent contest.
Fred, they're going to announce
the winner.
The winners are...
Mrs. Fred Flintstone...
and Mrs. Barney Rubble.
- Thank you.
- Likewise, I'm sure.
Did you hear that, Fred?
The girls won $500.
I can't believe it.
Now, ain't you sorry for being
such a sorehead?
Come on, Barney, we got things to do.
Fred, wait. What are you talking about?
Never mind, pal. Just get in the car.
I'll explain later.
I can't wait till I get hold of that Fred.
And Barney's got
a lot of explaining to do, too.
Not coming in to watch our act
is bad enough...
but taking the car
and leaving us stranded is too much.
Men are such soreheads
when their wives make good.
Yeah, like spoiled kids.
- Fred!
- Barney!
What are you doing?
I figure that since you gals won tonight...
Barney and I will be a cinch
to win next year's show...
with the act we'll work up.
Hit it, Barney-boy.
A year of this?
Don't worry, Wilma,
you'll be dispossessed in a week.
I can hardly wait.
Men!
Come on, Wilma, open the door!
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