Harvey Korman credited as playing...
Dictabird
- Fred Flintstone: Take a memo. Cliff, let's play golf. We can prioritize, conceptualize and tenderize. Executively yours, Fred Fliiii -
- [falls backwards out of his chair]
- Dictabird: Are there six or seven I's in 'Fliiii - '?
- Fred Flintstone: [slams a file down on his desk] They made a fool out of me.
- Dictabird: Yeah, well, look what they had to work with.
- [laughs, then ducks as Fred throws a piece of the broken file at him; Cliff and Miss Stone burst into Fred's office]
- Cliff Vandercave: Flintstone! Heard you were down in the file room. Find anything interesting?
- Fred Flintstone: Yeah! I'm on to your little scam! Billing phoney companies and keeping the money for yourself! I'm going to Mr. Slate.
- Cliff Vandercave: Good idea. Turning yourself in might buy you a little leniency.
- Fred Flintstone: *Me*? This entire scheme was *your* idea!
- Cliff Vandercave: True, but I've graciously decided to give you all the credit, since it's *your* name on the requisitions.
- Fred Flintstone: I never touched *any* of that money!
- Cliff Vandercave: Fred, please! Remodeling your house? Furs? Cars? A fully equipped Le Sabertooth?
- [wags his finger]
- Cliff Vandercave: Tsk, tsk tsk. You should have been more discreet.
- Fred Flintstone: I'm *innocent*!
- Cliff Vandercave: [sarcastically] Oh, boo-hoo-hoo.
- [seriously]
- Cliff Vandercave: Miss Stone, call security. Tell them we've uncovered an embezzler.
- [Miss Stone reaches for the phone]
- Fred Flintstone: [grabs her hand] Miss Stone, you'll back me up, won't you?
- [glares at Cliff]
- Sharon Stone: You better run while you still have a chance.
- [Fred looks shockingly at her and heads for the door]
- Fred Flintstone: [points angrily at Cliff] You'll never get away with this.
- Cliff Vandercave: I already have.
- [smiles as Fred dashes out of the office]