Bad crop, sorry not sorry.
The Dabba Don
Fred Flintstone: What does Mr. Slate look like?
The Great Gazoo: What?
Fred Flintstone: What village you from?
The Great Gazoo: What?
Fred Flintstone: ‘What’ ain’t no village I ever heard of, do they speak English in ‘What’?
The Great Gazoo: What?
Fred Flintstone: English, rubblefucker, do you speak it?
“Fred Flintstone is a family man - he works hard and provides a very good living for his wife, Wilma, and daughter, Pebbles. Looking to expand beyond ‘construction’ with a couple of small, side businesses, Fred seeks legal advice from Harvey. The case is seemingly a simple matter until the Feds start questioning the legitimacy of Fred’s business dealings and his possible ties to the Mob.<BR><BR> Harvey, oblivious as always, refuses to see Fred as anything but an honest working stiff, struggling to provide for his family. That is, until he’s made consigliere.”
I loved that episode.
“I don’t understand the meme, but I can see how it all fits together!”
Barney Rubble