Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thirty feet.
— My very thought. — [Door Opens]
You really got a bad shoulder?
One girl, two straws?
I thought you were Frank‘s bag.
[Hawkeye] Get it up in his face!
— Hmm ? — Say good—bye for me?
—Where am | ? — You‘re right here in the ring.
Why don‘t you get whoever fought last year?
Actually, I‘m in pain most ofthe time.
—That‘s it! That‘s it! —[Sniffing]
Hawkeye, this guy knocks outjeeps!
— He‘s still on his feet. — Maybe you‘d like to double that bet.
— I‘m not gonna sign blank pieces ofpaper. — [ Ringing]
— That‘s it. — Get him in that clinch, andjust hold it——
Put it right in his face I
—Unpacking ? Let us help. —We‘re awfully glad you picked our unit.
— thinks he can win the championship. —So?