The best Quotes by Fred Flintstone

Barney Rubble has been my neighbor, my lodge brother and my best friend since the first time I went through the fifth grade.

Barney: "You're afraid to tell Wilma, aren't you?"
Fred: "Afraid? Now let's get this straight, Rubble, I don't need permission from my wife to make a decision. In my cave, I reign supreme!"
Barney: "I won't tell her, Fred."
Fred: "Thanks, pal."

Fred: "How can you be so stupid?"
Barney: "Hey, that's not very nice. Say you're sorry!"
Fred: "I'm sorry you're stupid."

Sorry I'm late, had car trouble. I picked up a nail. [Shows everyone a bandaid on his dirty foot]

Barney: "You know, Fred, I hear that eatin' too much red meat is bad for you."
Fred: "What a load of bunk. My father ate it every day of his life and he lived to the ripe old age of 38."

Wilma: "It's been weeks since you had a good word for anybody or anything."
Fred: "Oh yeah, what about that thing I said about your mother last week?"
Wilma: "My mother?"
Fred: "I said, good riddance she lives 50 miles away."

We'll make new friends, there's 4,000 other people in this world.

Wilma: "I cannot believe you just sat there and let them walk out on us."
Fred: "At least I can walk around the house in my underwear again."
Wilma: "And that is more important to you than 20 years of friendship?"
Fred: "It is - on a hot day."

Fred Flintstone: "I seem to have lost my appetite. What is this stuff, anyway?"
Pearl Slaghoople: "Health food, sonny. Just what the doctor ordered."
Fred Flintstone: "Then let the doctor eat it."

He was a midget in the big house, see? And he tried to escape by wiggling through a mouse hole after lights out, but he outsmarted himself, see? 'Cause it wasn't a mouse hole, it was a light socket, and somebody turned the lights on.

Why can't they invent something for us to marry instead of women?

Fred: "Aww, she looks like a chip off the ol' block."
Barney: "Actually, more like a pebble off the ol' Flintstone."

Fred Flintstone: "Barney, what would you do if you were holding the queen alone?"
Barney Rubble: "I don't know, Fred, it all depends on what time the king gets home."

And another thing. If you don't take that insulting commercial off the air, I'll sue, report you to the FCC, and... slap your face!

Put daddy down, Bam Bam. Ouch! Not on the head!

Lip: "Hey, whoa. You really think they deserve your hard-earned money for that service?"
Frank: "Dine and dash?"
Lip: "Bite and bolt."
Frank: "Eat it and beat it?"