Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I won! - We won!
Frisbee!
...without the proper authority.
Relax, this time I'm going to win it my way.
I know how disappointed you must be.
Throw more brandy! Rum. I never mix my pies!
...but I will report every foot of this race.
He's the royal heir to the throne.
I understand. Bless you, my son.
The Steamer is a fast, sporty, attractive automobile...
"Last report dated March 10.
My press card.
Indian attack! Get a posse! Savages behind us!
And there's very little difference between the blizzard out there and in here.
I'm offering you a lift.
What did I tell you? I told you not to trust her.
Thank you. Are you a native of Boracho?
Never, never in your whole life.
That's beside the point.
Listen to that!
Miss Dubois!
The Hannibal Twin 8.
Why are you complaining? I have to sleep with their leader.
He just wouldn't listen.
There has never been anything like this.
"No contact with Leslie's car in nearly three weeks.
Switch on!
- Miss Dubois. - Yes?
A parachute!
- Capitulate, Henry. - Never.
Aren't we all?
Buffalo to Albany? It's been done.
I can't win your way. You cheated.
- I spotted the gas! - Shut up.
Here comes the Marines!
I told you I would finish the race.
When it comes to double-crossers, you are looking at the king!
Hey, Professor.
Listen to me, you cheap, mealy-mouthed, third-rate war healer!
I apologize. I thought you were someone else.
Gladly!
You'll lose the race.
Behind which rock?
- Nobody gets nothing till it's signed for. - Of course.
Hold it.
Holy cow!
- You'd never make it. - Well, that's your fault.
Why?
- What if I don't sign? - You see.
Take cover, you fools, take cover!
The gasoline!
As a very wise English gentleman once said:
Well, Mr. Leslie.
I'm rather thirsty. Do you have something cold?
Good morning, Hester.
He's got a ranch about eight miles south of town.
He will be strapped in a straitjacket before your very eyes...
Why? Men discuss their relationships with women.
Fighting Room
Thank you.
Hezekiah, the young lady's luggage please.
Smoke! Get the fire extinguisher!
You're the one that's been preaching emancipation.
Give me the bomb.
Help! Get me down!
Welcome to Boracho, honey.
Good mechanics always got to keep checking. Every little thing.
Get it down! Get it down!
- What are you doing? - Proving that I love you.
Up, Max! Bring it up!
...in this part of the ocean at this time of year? 100-to-1.
- Give me an assignment. If I fail, fire me. - You're fired.
She don't act like she's being kidnapped.
That's an assumption, Baron. You make me the victim even before we start.