Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How about going home, Fred?
Yeah, Barney. That's swell.
Wilma, Poopy's home. Let's eat. Let's feed the face.
I gotta stop him. If the show goes over I'll be saddled with him for the whole season.
Okay, here goes. You call it, Fred.
These modern planes fly with only two birds if necessary.
and I wind up with a polliwog for a frogmouth. I'm ruined.
Looks like everybody in Hollyrock has come to see the telecast.
That's the spirit. Defends her man in spite of everything.
BETTY RUBBLE! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!
Gee, Betty. This is where they make all those big television shows.
What's the matter with us? We're living in a dream world.
Tell me, Fred, did you ever do any acting?
Third class, unscheduled, steerage flight...
What'll we do now?
Are you kidding? You are talking to Mr. Showbiz, buster.
And you were a Hamlet, Romeo, King Arthur?
the fire, the intensity, she's perfect.
That's sure nice to know.
- It would have been fun together, Wilma. - It sure would have, Betty.
You go, Fred. I got something to do.
You can run along now, J.B. I'll take over from here.
Just for a gag we'll let Barney toss with a regular coin.
Must be about one of those loud-mouthed guys.
Our cameras, don't forget our cameras.