Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Fitch! You tryin' to save on ammo? Nail 'em!
Come on, Bigelow, give us a better name.
You wanna see your girlfriend, you gotta bring us the rocket.
Look at that!
Tell him Howard Hughes said so.
Open her up.
We've got the girl.
Sinclair? Sinclair, is it you?
Slats, Murphy, come with us.
Watch it.
Careful. He's got the girl!
Slide it.
That's terrible. That was a nice car.
Isn't it pretty?
Neville?
Well... maybe not.
- Acting? - Yes, acting.
talkin' about movie stars and nightclubs...
Mmm! Betcha they're home-made.
It's just that Cliff and I talked about coming here so many times.
Lousy nickel-nurser.
Looks like a hood ornament
Welcome to my home.
What's the damn thing for?
I just can't figure this girl out.
Listen here, buddy, building that plane took three years and every cent we had.
You didn't play straight with me.
- Why wait? - Good heavens! It's Sir Reginald!
Have you read for the part of the Saxon princess?
Give us a hand with this flat, will ya?
- The housing's still cool. - Huh.
- All right, get it outta here. - Wait a minute.
I was gonna tell ya.
That must be the gizmo, all right.
As you can see, folks, Miss Los Angeles is trailing badly.
Come on, Eddie.
Where you goin'? Cliff!
Good lord! Fixer, how many times are we gonna have to do this?
"So Act... But Don't Act Like You're Acting. Get It?"
Sweetheart, acting is acting like you're not acting.
My little kumquat, I'm fully prepared...
Oh, no!
- What are you doin' here? Get out of here. - Peevy!
A NEW BEGINNING
to listen to your life story.
Patsy, you scared the livin'... heck outta me.
I may not make an honest buck, but I'm 100% American.
Keep watching, kid. It cost a man's life to get this out of Germany.
Jenny!
They're blackmailing me. These are brutal ruthless men, Jenny.
But it's all part of the show.
- What is wrong? - The rudder.
Well,
Hey mom, how 'bout a fresh pot of coffee?
Lousy feds!
I'm sorry.
Get down!
If he tries anything, deck him. And don't forget the curfew.
- You too, pal. - This is all he had on him.
♪ When you're alone ♪
In another month, she'll be ready for the nationals.
John. Get my car and driver. Get him to The Queen of Angels.
And I don't work for no two-bit Nazi.
- Here. Put this on. - I'd rather freeze.
This could end up in a three-way heat.
No! No!
Go and get something to clean this up.
Peevy, we don't have a couple of minutes! Come on, we need something quick.
Oh my God, forgive me, Charlie. I had no idea.
- Their last goodwill tour buried half of Europe. - Shh.
- Something is wrong with the rudder. - Dear God!
I don't know, but I don't like this.
You're chasing a couple of crooks across our runway,
The rocket's in the tool chest, right?
- Is it something I said? - No. No, it's nothing.
- It's so romantic. - I bet he's handsome.