Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I got you.
By tomorrow, you'll be king.
Oh, terrific!
Look, ma'am, you don't sign, you don't get no gas.
Frisbee, post a bulletin. Suffragettes are not permitted.
I am professor Fate!
Shut up!
- Hezekiah, can she be fixed? - Not a chance, boss.
- He'll never make it. - He'll never make it.
What are you waiting for?
I signed for it.
That would make a story for your competition.
...allow me to present His Royal Highness, Prince Hapnick.
...so dangerous that only one man would dare attempt it.
- Get off my hood. - Another race!
Indeed it is.
We run a newspaper, not a school for revolutionaries!
Professor, I got an idea.
Frisbee?
Good, I can hardly wait. Sit. Here, have a cigar.
I understand.
You know, it's really amazing that anyone was able to go this far. I congratulate you.
I'm not scared...
It's me!
And it is with no little pride that the Webber Motor Car Company...
- Why, they rode out to welcome you. - That's very reassuring, Mr. Mayor.
You're a sadistic fiend.
- The Leslie Special. - I'm deeply honored.
I'd like to see The Great Leslie try that one.
Or a definition endowed on men...
Quiet! Citizens of Boracho! Quiet!
You mean an intrepid woman autoist.
- She must not be left behind now, Max! - I know!
- Arrogant! - Yes, arrogant!
You're talking about some convenient feminine utopia...
do some make some
I'm not sick from champagne, I'm sick from the sea!
And the only lake on this map is straight ahead.
Neither can I.
- You sure you locked the door? - I'm positive. Professor, be careful.
No, Your Highness.
Reporters are not permitted on the trip, only contestants. Those are the rules.
Running like a top.
I believe the time has come for us to resolve our differences.
Rise and shine?
What should we do?
Touch one hair on his head and you'll answer to...
You men may use the washroom on the next floor.
Oh! Get me a rope, somebody! Get me a rope!
I will unlock the handcuffs when you give me the job.
...is surpassed only by his reputation with the ladies.
Are you afraid of losing? Give me the money and I'll enter the race.
Then you handcuffed Hezekiah to the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe.
...of His Royal Highness, Prince Hapnick.
What are you thinking?
- He's always like this in the morning. - I'm not always like this!
Come and get it.
- Get away from there! - Hold it.
You thimble-headed gherkin, do you realize the odds against a storm...
The eternal struggle takes time, Max.
Beat it, little girl, or I'll sic the dogs on you.
He thinks we're melting too fast, and he was venting his wrath on the gods.
No doubt about it.
Let's be honest and say you disapprove.
It's your life.
- I'm hungry. - She's getting it.
Who's Prince Hapnick?
...the Queen of the West, Boracho's own Lily Olay!
Well, that should put us about here.
Citizens of Boracho!
Goodness gracious.
Fight! There's a big fight in the saloon. Texas Jack! He's drunk!
It was the Southern Pacific.
Well, I'll see you in the morning.
Were warmer.
Nature will chase us, we will beat her.
Fire the cannon, let them know we're here!
That's it.
And I'm at your service, Your Highness.
This great nation cannot take a back seat to competitors like Daimler...
- Professor, your greatest creation. - The work of genius.
And in about five seconds, car number 4 bites the dust.
But you can't do that. We'll lose their advertising.
So they can emancipate each other where it counts the most.
- Everything is ready? - Everything is ready.
Yes, it's quite a car.
Until Webber changes its policy, there will be no mention...
More brandy.
...Mercedes, Napier, Rolls-Royce, Dietrich or Panhard.
I won the Woman's International Competition.
She's still with him. You said if she was with him, we couldn't lose.