Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nothin' to it, Howard. Just basic aviation.
Here comes the Fuhrer's latest symbol of German progress,
Bernie Howard in the red Great Lakes Biplane...
Everything about you is a lie.
- What do you want? - Where is it?
Pay voucher. The director wants you off the picture.
A little luck.
Sir, I wish you'd reconsider.
- What about Missile Man? - That stinks.
A cheap crook or the number 3 box-office star in America?
- It's so romantic. - I bet he's handsome.
It wasn't lies, Jenny. It was acting.
10 bucks a shot; 5 bucks goes toward your bill.
And... action!
and then switch the fuel-to-air ratio...
You're always telling me what a genius you are, Peev! Fix it.
Keep them at bay.
I wish he'd rescue me.
You must've picked up a ricochet. If you'd hit that button, we'd go all over the map by now.
He's probably hatching some harebrained scheme.
Naughty boy.
You make it so. Here's to you...
Charlie.
What's this?
I should've listened to you from the start, but Jenny's in trouble now.
Try to kiss her Try to kiss her
♪ Who cares for starlit skies ♪
- Ow! - What? What's the matter?
Ladies and gentlemen, well, I guess we had you fooled for a minute.
I'll meet you back here.
Not that I recall. Would've been nice though...
Now go get him!
National air race is the next stop, Peevy!
We'll go out have a real night on the town...
For God's sakes, Sinclair. Help us get these flames out.
I don't think so.
Okay. Okay, listen.
Two of my best pilots were killed during the test phase.
Sorry, boys. It's a trade secret... all part of the mystery.
Oh, there, there, there. Don't be frightened.
I'm sorry I ever dreamed the damn thing up.
Thank you.
Boy oh boy. Is she a block of wood! You know, your audition was so much better.
If the feds get me I'm takin' you with me. I'm gonna tell 'em everything.
Good heavens! It's Sir Reginald!
After the short visit, it was into the clouds to continue a journey...
I don't answer to nobody but Eddie Valentine.
"I want her to think I'm makin' something of myself. Not that I'm just an out-of-work pilot with holes in his pockets."
Your buddy's getting fitted for a pine overcoat.
Mother of mercy!
Looks like a hood ornament
Uh-oh.
You're ignoring me. I have my post and you too.
Wilmer knows. He's in the hospital surrounded by cops.
Clifford, what's the deal? Are you nuts?
Cliff, no! Not again.
Where?
Hello? Hello! Can anyone hear me?
- Hello, Neville. - Hello, Clark.
Excuse me! Coming through!
- What are you talking about? - The movie,
I could teach you, mould you into a leading lady;
I finally played a scene with Neville Sinclair.