Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, Mr. Rubble, since this is your last night...
You'll hear bells if you don't tell us where they are.
A one.
All right, Wilma, I'm sitting down, and I've got a good grip on myself.
I guess it's kind of relaxing to know I'm at the wheel.
Everything is made of stone.
But it's a false alarm and you can all go...
Back of Joe Rockhead's garage.
Well, you snitch, or we snitch to your wives.
See it. I got trampled in the rush.
I had a little tiff with Betty.
we'd have to leave the house every time the fire bell rings.
- Like the tango. - Yeah, tango. Here it is, Fred.
There ought to be somewhere left where we went to.
No, Dino, wait.
There ought to be something we could do.
We're going to the big charity dance at the Rockadero Tilton.
Yes, but we in the department know that there's going to be a lot of them.
A little difference of opinion about going to the charity dance.
- Ready? - Yep.
- Wilma! - Betty!
Mr. Flintstone, your teacher will be Miss Gravel.
Oh, my goodness, a real fire.
Barney. Say something!
Are you out of your mind? It costs too much.
When the bell rings, all the firemen report to the firehouse immediately.
- I got another idea, Fred. - No, not again.
Now you're talking.
Hiya, partner.
We never had one before. What'll I do?
Fred, you're becoming antisocial.