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The board of directors are here.
...to clean out your desk!
Now, where's this tax deduction of yours? This brain of brains?
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Jane!
- Me, George Jetson... - Cut! Cut!
Change your record.
- Oh, supervisor. - Back to work. Back to work.
And that's the whole story. Right after I cut Uniblab's cable...
Now, wait! Wait! For crying out... Hold it! Help!
Must have a short somewhere.
It makes it easier.
- I really don't deserve it. - We wanted Henry to be in on it too.
- Did what, Henry? - Well, I made plans for my vacation.
Overdue. Overdue.
Long live Spacely. Long live Spacely.
Then I got my Ph. D. from MIT. MIT.
Yes, indeed. This could mean a big step for you.
Let's see, now. Today's the big promotion.
Elroy, why aren't you ready for schooI?
I hear those little green bosses are murder.
I was acting out... I was acting. That's it.
- You must be lined with sponges. - More. More. More.
- Your microbooks are always getting lost. - Thanks, Mom.
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Jetson!
Well, you see...
Elroy! For breakfast?
Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.
Spacely's a stupe. Stupe. Stupe.
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