Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I MAY NOT MAKE AN HONEST BUCK BUT I’M 100% AMERICAN AND I DON’T WORK FOR NO TWO-BIT NAZI
What the hell is Secord trying to pull?
There was no point in datin' nobody after her.
Yeah, I like coffee with my pie.
Get the hell outta there!
.
Cliff, I, uh...
Come!
She flew great. Landing had a few bumps.
Jenny, Jenny, I said I'm sorry.
We don't do the clown act no more.
Go ahead, roll it.
My people in Washington will have something to say about that.
None other.
I may not make an honest buck But I'm 100% American
- Cliff! - Huh?
- Go! - Yes.
I don't know what to think.
Yeah, you'd be halfway to Kansas by now, you chowder head!
Tell me about him.
- I'm listening. - Me and Peevy found something...
Where's my rocket pack, Secord?
So... um...
I'll give your rocket back. Tomorrow. I swear.
I'll see that you do. Perhaps we could discuss it over dinner.
How 'bout you, bub? You know this Secord?
Lousy Krauts! Let'em have it!
Boy, you banged that up pretty good. I don't know if I'm gonna be able to fix that.
Get to the point Eddie. I'm busy.
I mean, she hangs around with this Hollywood crowd all day, talking about...
So what? Where is he?
Why not the South Seas Club while you're dreamin'.
- I sold seven. - Good. Here, honey, some more.
House? We don't got a house, Clifford. We got a gazebo.
Where's what?
I'm sorry about your boys, Eddie... truly.
Of course, I could always use the old clown act.
- Please clear the fie... - What, are you outta your mind?
a double-walled chamber into which the fuel is pumped,
and to the extraordinary way your face catches the light.
Well... that's the end of that!
- Oh, you mean you have lines this time. - Just one.
All right, Johnny. We'll take care of it.
- Does she know that? - She's gonna find out.
Hit the latch! Hurry!
Hand over the rocket or I'll blow her brains... all over the cabin.
We've got so much on you, we're gonna make your life miserable, buddy.
For cryin' out loud! Haven't you read the papers?
Well the people that are looking for it murdered Bigelow to get to me.
I designed the Cirrus X-3, the rocket pack.
Tonight when we danced,
I'll remind you boys that I don't work for the government.
How about Rocketeer?
He's got to be kidding!
- Who, me? - Yeah, you.
You kidnapped me.
Of course.
Take a good look...
Are you out of your mind? What are you doing here?
He completely missed the runway.
The guys with the snapshot.
Oh, it's okay, Malcolm.
I'm sorry.
because she's gone to the South Seas Club with Mr. Neville Sinclair.
I pulled a switch, see. I got the package stashed real good.
Mine!
go after her, you dope.
Yours.
I've had a bellyful of you and your cheap heroics.