Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Reservist Henry reporting for duty.
What's next?
...and old Spacely was elected numskull of the year.
Some calisthenics. Here, now, let's go.
You're absolutely right. I'm through being pushed around.
It's insubordination, I'll tell you! Insubordination!
It's so familiar. Where have I heard it?
Raffling off passes?
Read chart? What chart?
Help! I'm lost! Somebody, help!
Oh, dear. George is having another nightmare.
Hey, I'd like a little off the sides.
Come on. Close it up. Close it up.
That's 10 million miles from the nearest asteroid.
His boy, Elroy
Age limit in the Space Guard?
Do you hear me? Everyone!
I'd try anything to get rid of that revolting robot.
- Take over. - Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
That water's cold!
Martian blackjack. Martian blackjack.
Eight balls. Eight balls.
First Sergeant Uniblab's in charge.
Help!
Yeah, what's the matter?
I'm with you, sir.
This brain ain't kidding, Mr. Jetson.
Good luck, Mr. Jetson.
- Well... - Speak up. Speak up.
Would you mind giving me my allowance in advance?
Winner gets a desk job. Winner gets a desk job.
Just you wait till you're back on the job.
Okay? Double time, Jetson.
You know, in some ways, I'm glad to go.
Why, do you know that...?
Take the round peg, put into the square hole.
What does he say?
why don't we shake hands
Heart okay. Next.
Approved, U.S. 51075. Next.