Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Step on it.
He can't talk, Wilma. He's in a state of shock.
From now on, the new president's gonna be me.
If this gadget doesn't work...
- Hey, Fred, it worked. - My idea, wasn't it?
I got it. Simple. We go the over-land route.
Poor Fred. He's a bundle of nerves.
Mr. Flintstone, here's your paper. Catch!
employers when their staff quits because of unsatisfactory conditions
And no brains, either.
Vice-president?
Miss the opera on account of...
and I'll make you vice-president in charge of production.
What do you say now, Freddie-boy?
Now what did I do?
Hiya, Fred. How's the grounded eagle today?
Gooning
We gotta go to town, bowl, and beat them back here.
Look, you two go ahead. You're all dressed up for it, anyway.
Sure. I fixed it.
Okay, let me have one with a couple of straws.
Yeah, you forgot.
It means step on it, you imbecile, that's what. Let's go.
even a fat one.
Sure, that's a good idea, pal.
I said, "Barney."
Come on, Wilma, open this door!
It's so noisy, I can't hear a thing.
Me, too. Let's call home at intermission.
Yours truly, "Buzz" Barney.
my captain, my captain.