The Flintstones Page #7

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BARNEY:

(reluctant)

Sure, Fred, right, right.

Slate nods, distracted, his eyes and hands running over

the smooth lines of the car hood.

SLATE:

The rest of you men go back to work.

I want to talk to Flintstone and

the personal reference alone. Come

on, move, move...

They go out, Piltdown looking furious.

SLATE:

(a man in love)

Light as a Pterodactyl feather...

why, a child could handle this...

Lava, we could cut construction

costs in half... in quarters... in

uh... whatchacallit -

LAVA:

(patiently)

Eighths -

SLATE:

Eighths, right. Flintstone, what

do you call this stuff?

FRED:

Well, Mr. Slate, I call it -(

hesitating, sotto)

--Barney, what do I call it?

BARNEY:

(sotto)

Fibrerock, Fred...

FRED:

--I call it Fibrerock Fred --!

(realizing)

I mean, ah, 'Fibrerock'!

SLATE:

(rolling it over

his tongue)

'Fibrerock'? 'Fibrerock'?

(playing with it)

'Fib-bre-rock' -

Slate's staff make disparaging noises.

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SLATE:

I love it!

SLATE'S STAFF

(instantly reversing

themselves)

Love it... great... has a nice

ring... says it all, you know?

(Etc...)

Slate takes the piece of material, leans it on the table

so it catches the light. Despite himself, Lava comes

over, examines the car hood... can't help but marvel at

it as well. Meanwhile, Slate puts his arms around Fred

and Barney.

SLATE:

(to Lava)

You see this, Lava? All those

courses of yours at Harvrock

University, and who saves my bacon?

Two simple-minded run-of-the-mill

nobodies.

BARNEY:

Gee, thanks, Mr. Slate.

Lava glowers. Slate pulls Fred and Barney close with

genuine excitement.

SLATE:

Boys, this is a small step for

Slate Construction... a giant step

for all mankind.

He points to the translucent material. CAMERA TIGHTENS

ON it. We see Fred, Barney and Slate's reflections in it.

SLATE:

(dramatically)

The Stone Age is over! Let the

Fibre Age begin!

As HEROIC MUSIC STINGS IN, we...

CUT TO:

72 BETTY'S CAR -TRAVELING -DAY 72

Mrs. Slate is in back, crammed in with groceries. Betty

pulls up in front of a building that looks like a Palm

Springs spa. This is "L'ECOLE DES ENFANTS PREHISTORIQUE

HAUTE SUPERIOR."

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BETTY:

Here we are, Mrs. Slate.

had to ride in the back.

Sorry you

MRS. SLATE

(getting out)

Not at all. I'm used to being

driven around.

And she's sashaying up the path.

then follow her.

Betty and Wilma burn,

73 INT. SCHOOL -DAY 73

As elegant as we can get MMMCXV years before Louis XIV.

As the three women come in, we see CHILDREN with alligators

on their deerskin shirts singing:

CHILDREN:

'La hachette de ma tante

est sur le roche de mon oncle --'

HEADMISTRESS:

(coming over, gushing)

Madame Mrs. Slate, bonjour!

Welcome to L'ecole des Enfants

Prehistorique Haute Superior!

MRS. SLATE

Thank you, Marie.

(showing a rock receipt)

I ordered the hors d'oeuvres for

the junior talent show. They were

out of Ceolanth caviar so I got

Mastodon brie instead. Oh, ah,

these are my, uh, friends, Wilma

Flintstein --

Flintstone -WILMA

MRS. SLATE

--oh, it used to be Flintstein --?

And this is ah, Becky... Betty!

The Headmistress reaches over, takes their hands

gracefully.

Enchante.

HEADMISTRESS:

I'm sure.

WILMA:

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BETTY:

Likewise.

HEADMISTRESS:

(waving a hand)

Well, Madame Slate, as you can see,

we remain ze creme de la creme in

the croissant of life known as

Bedrock. Now, your leetle gran'

nephew will be wiz us for two weeks,

no?

(opening a drawer)

Here is ze application for him. An'

mais oui, he weel participate in zee

annual talent show, naturalment?

Mrs. Slate takes the parchment application. Meanwhile

the Headmistress looks appraisingly at Wilma and Betty.

HEADMISTRESS:

An' your friends perhaps would like

zum school applications for zere

enfants?

MRS. SLATE

(amused)

Them? Oh, Marie, really, you don't

understand -

BETTY:

(suddenly)

That's right, you don't understand.

My husband's business manager usually

handles this sort of thing, but I

don't mind.

And to Wilma's astonishment, Betty takes one of the

parchments.

BETTY:

I know Bam-Bam -

(correcting herself)

--pardonez-moi, 'Bem-Bem' will love

attending your school and performing

in the talent show. Thank you oh

so much.

She gives Mrs. Slate an even and controlled look, and

sends some of it over in Wilma's direction as well.

Wilma makes her choice, smiles tightly.

WILMA:

Let me have one of those, too.

ma petite Pebbles.

For

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HEADMISTRESS:

Of course. Any friend of Madame

Slate is a friend of mine.

As Mrs. Slate reacts, we -

CUT TO:

74 INT. CAR -FRED AND BARNEY -NIGHT 74

They're cruising along. Fred puffs on a cigar. Barney

flips the pile of legal sized tablets in his lap. In the

back seat are some boxes and bundles.

BARNEY:

Gee, Fred, I don't believe it.

Eight hours ago I didn't have a

job and now look --I got 1/2 of

one percent of the after-taxes

after-expenses net breakage profits

on Fibrerock!

FRED:

Just be thankful I was there to go

over the fine print.

(full of himself)

It's like I told you this morning

--There's something noble about a

man digging in with his hands and

doing an honest day's work. Once

you file those dreams under 'old

business' and put your nose to the

plow, well, the world is your

oyster. And was I right?

BARNEY:

No, Fred, you weren't. I didn't

nose any grindstones and you didn't

shoulder a wheel. We just hung out

together and everything that

happened was a total accident.

FRED:

(after a moment)

Details, Barney, details...

(smiling)

I just can't wait to see the girls'

faces when we tell 'em the news...

75 INT. FLINTSTONE HOUSE -NIGHT 75

The girls' frowns are a great contrast to their husbands'

smiles. Wilma's looking at the school enrollment forms.

Betty paces, looks at the clock.

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WILMA:

(seeing this)

It's not like the boys to be so

late.

BETTY:

Unless they were forced to go

bowling again. Remember that time

a burglar pointed a gun at them

and said, 'go bowling right now'?

WILMA:

Betty, sometimes you're a little

too gullible -

BETTY:

Don't tell me. I still can't

believe what I did today...

WILMA:

No kidding.

(indicating the forms)

Do you have any idea of what the

enrollment fee is? And get this...

it's non-refundable -

BETTY:

I know, I know! I just couldn't

stand that woman's attitude! But

we had to find a new school anyway,

and there we were... the next thing

I knew, I was in over my head...

but why did you jump in, too?

WILMA:

Oh, she was getting to me too with

all that mastodon snort about her

little nephew... and...

BETTY:

And?

WILMA:

And... if a friend can't help you

do something stupid, who can?

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