Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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