Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, how about that? Three cups.
Look, you have your genie. Let me keep my fortuneteller.
-Let me-- -Yeah, oh, it's my fault.
l would be happy to read your stars for you.
l haven't seen you for two weeks.
And l remember, the medium told Mark Antony that if he didn't watch out--
Oh, well, l will get rid of them for you.
l trust your arm is better, major.
Captain Nelson, what are you doing?
Oh, thanks anyway, Tony, but l don't want to borrow Jeannie.
We will compose our souls with celestial music.
You really think you'll talk to your uncle Jeff and aunt Sue?
-...better than a genie. -Oh, look, do me a favour, will you?
Say, have you heard anything about NASA expanding...
-Major Healey. -We met before.
...that you got climbing over your neighbour's barbed-wire fence.
What are you doing, master?
Would you like something else for breakfast, Major Healey?
Perhaps l read it in the newspaper.
-Good night. -Good night.
But he wishes to believe, O spirit.
-Good morning, Roge. -Good morning.
She's not charging him for the readings.
Well, l'm sorry l can't stay for breakfast.