Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Roger, wilco and O-U-T, out.
I'LL BE RICH
And we can forget about the bowling championship...
Ja, then he takes a powder. Get it?
Surprise, husbands!
Oh boy, good old Sunday.
Yes, it's working, Fred.
- Try that on your fortissimo. - Stand still, you insect.
Mr. Copilot, ready for the takeoff?
- Yeah, on your head. - Flap your arms up and down.
Introvert your decibels. Increase speed to 4,500 rpms.
Fred, speak to me.
How are we gonna get into town? The girls got the car.
But, Fred, my legs are getting tired.
That's for sure. Something real phony is going on.
Don't you know when to quit?
- What do you think of it? - Before I think of it, what is it?
Maybe there's a phone in that bowling alley across the street.
Did you get your paper, dear?
on account of the stickle bolts connected to the toggle switch...
Isn't it beautiful, Wilma?
Yooooouuu dope!
Fred, what's wrong?
Hey, they must be doing over 80.
Looked like a dinosaur-eggbeater to me.
Hey, old master, how about something to cool you off?
Spoken like the true captain...
Mr. Flintstone, here's your paper. Catch!