Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Could you come in here, please?

I may not make an honest buck, but I'm 100% American.

We have clocked him at 192 miles per hour.

- Now what happened to it? - I don't know.

He's in the laundry room.

When your son is in the Rocket Club

They think we were shooting at them. What do you think was going on at the house?

- What's wrong with that kid? I told him 9:00. - He'll be here.

to its rightful owner. That's him.

Short fella, gimpy leg.

- You know this is a closed set. - I have to go.

- You know who I am? - What pilot doesn't, Mr. Hughes?

- Look what she did to Lucky Lady... - Peevy, cut it out, cut it out!

- Hi, Millie. - Hey, morning, Millie, how you doing?

- Hold it, Peev. - Huh?

I don't mind if I do.

Plus which Miss Mabel over here is a flying coffin. You said so yourself.

There's no sign of the rocket.

See, we need a flier for a real special job.

Don’t worry folks. It’s all part of the show.

Wings of Honour.

It's an engine, okay, but you strap it to your back...

Get in the car.

But you'd have been a fantastic Lady Catherine.

I love her, Peev.

Apparently someone else had the same idea.

Peevy, she never let us down before. Besides, I'll go real easy on her.

Well that’s the end of that

- You idiot! - How clumsy of me.

- No no, sit down. It's... - Don't worry about them, I'll be right back.

Don’t Worry Folk. It’s all part of the show

- Mr. W. C. Fields. - Charmed, my dear,

- Drop the ladder. - Right.

My boys finally figured it out:

My Dad when I’m around Hang on to me

Ladies and gentlemen, we have an emergency.

Valentine... we're gonna do what I think is necessary.

- What's he talking about? - Oh yeah, I got it straight from the feds, Eddie.

You bring me that rocket and I'll double your price.

There's a lot of lettuce in this.

- Must be the maid's day off. - Somebody's been lookin' for something.

Secord, I don't think you know the game you're playing.

You must let me have this dance.

That's not fair. This is a good job.

What do you mean, you found something?

This is the FBI! Throw down your guns.

- Come on, let's go. - Relax.

Oh, my prince, would that you'd drink of my lips as deeply.

If the vertical thrust is 1-28 inches per second...

- Startin' to smoke, old timer. - Stop it!

Yeah, they set up a rendezvous. They want to swap Jenny for the rocket.

Spit it out, Wilmer. Where's the package?

Do you want me to try this on?

- It's so romantic. I bet he's handsome. I wish he'd rescue me.

I didn't even get a chance to thank him.

I do my own stunts.

in Napoleon's Mistress.