Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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