Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Victor, come here.
It's all right. It's not your fault.
- You okay, Mr. Sinclair? - It's all right. I'm fine.
he flies over enemy trenches and drops a bottle of champagne.
Jenny. Lookie here, boys.
where is it?
Who do you think they'd believe?
I'll make the call.
That's him.
- Can you fix it? - I could if I had a couple of hours.
Yes.
Let's hear it.
No offence, pops, but we got more important things to do...
We're losing 'em.
It was symbolic. He was being chivalrous.
No, Cliff, no! For God's sake, we haven't tested it enough.
Good to see you, son.
It was the closest I'll ever get to heaven, Mr. Hughes.
Look. You remember the guy who saved Malcolm today?
- Now you tell me. - What?
So act... but don't act like you're acting. Get it?
- Fast! - Understood.
when people tell me that i am good at acting
The heck with Hoover!
Stay in your seats, please.
Well never let it be said Neville Sinclair failed to bring down the house.
Okay, button it up.
The German experiment didn't seem like much to worry about.
Not that I'm just an out-of-work pilot with holes in his pockets.
Now they're after you. They have your picture, the one from the Gee Bee.
There's an old plane in there all right but the only thing in it was this.
- He was almost killed. - What happened?
- That's great. - I won't know for sure 'til tomorrow, but...
That's my duffel bag.
I thought you'd never ask. Scram.
Against my will, believe me.
Well maybe it's time to get a real job.
This is the 3rd car in a month. Hoover'll be spittin' nails.
when flaming debris fell on his touring car.
Bloody amateurs!
Oh, Jenny... Jenny Blake.
One bad shot and we'll all fry.
If he ain't in the air in 5 minutes, you guys find a new hangar.
You don't need my services any more.
Jenny, excuse me for a moment. I won't be long. Bill, look please look after her.
'Evening, Miss Pye.
And please, let's try to get it right this time.
Number five piston is shot, nothing left of her but spit and baling wire.
- Five cents, one buffalo! Get your program! - That's gotta be Malcolm up there.
I could slap you with grand theft, treason, espionage, and that's just my short list.
Good. She'll tell us where Secord is.
Haven't seen him around.
Where'd he get the champagne? They didn't have liquor stores at the front, did they?
Run, Jenny!
Just this morning she was down with some mechanical problems...
There's no music.
Well there I was flying over the Ardennes on patrol...
I wouldn't touch that if I were you.
Neville! You old scalawag!
Thanks to the diligence of the FBI,
that's gonna get us right back on our feet.
I wish I could take you with me.
Hey, that's quite a dish you got there.
Wooly, take off the handcuffs.
Cliff, guess what? I think I got the part.
ITS ALL PART OF THE SHOW
I don't like music while I'm digesting.
Well, I'm lookin' at it but I don't believe it.
Okay, how 'bout this.
Give me one good reason why I should believe any of this?
And if you want to stop, mash down hard and let go.
But air circus owner, Otis Bigelow, promises his bird man will return.
- How nice. - My family has a small farm and
- Hold the front page! - Yeah, that's what I said, a rocket man!
Oh.
Go get 'em, kid.
What do you say we lay out a finder's fee?
Give me some light, Fitch.
I lock up at 11:00 sharp.
- What about Rocket Man? - That's worse.
Would that you'd drink of my lips as deeply.
You're part of this. You kidnapped me.
- Good night, Mrs. Pye. - Have a good time, dear.
I shouldn't be the last.
Jen, everyone knows because they were at the airfield.
I like it!