Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Down periscope. - Aye, aye, sir.
WE WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hezekiah, I understand how you feel, but I beg you to reconsider.
...he said he was going to go back to New York.
Where's the car?
- The prince has a very individual laugh. - Like what?
I have champagne.
Suppose you don't change his mind?
...to Paris?
May I offer you some water?
If she goes, I stay!
You know there's one thing wrong with living in a palace:
7:30! You rise, you shine!
Help! Don't! A madman!
Who was that?
She is his Achilles' heel, she is our ace in the hole.
- Responsibilities? - Yes!
I shall place this log...
They could have reached the Lena River by now.
Now if you'll excuse me.
Your editor is something less than an authority on automobiles.
Frisbee?
Even the thermometer is frozen.
What a pleasant surprise.
Valuable information for those who may follow.
I have to get on that moon again. Don't go away, you hear?
Your suit is always white. Your car is always clean.
I ain't no native, I was born here!
- What do you think you're doing? - I'm an official entry.
...in a water-tight container, if found...
Help!
We're Underwater!
One hundred and fifty!
I've done it!
I hope that won't be necessary.
Jack.
Yes, it's ready.
Carpania's full of forests. The forests are full of gypsies...
Do you prefer the foil?
- Come here, bird, just come here. - All right. Hurry up, will you, Frisbee?
- Inconsistent! - And unreasonable.
- I'll get another car. - From where?
This is from Reuters.
You disapprove?
Help!
Leslie escaped with a chicken?
"Land where our fathers died
- Proceed. - No!
Throw more brandy.
- You have to come. - What's the matter?
Hey, bull's-eye.
Indians! Savages!
My apologies.
...that has all of the advantages and no responsibilities.
It's me!
Good night, you good Leslie, you. Sleep tight and don't let the bedbugs bite.
So I brought it out into the open and I got slapped in the face for my trouble.
Let's get practical. I don't care what you do to the others...
It's a big celebration tonight. You ain't gonna get no gas till tomorrow.
A rather dubious honor when you consider that the accomplishment is predicated...
Indian attack! We're being attacked!
Therefore, it is safe to assume that has been the principal area of our conflict.
I intend to cover the measured mile in approximately twelve seconds.
Automobile races are becoming most commonplace.
Not necessarily.
- It's been a pleasure to meet you. - Welcome to Boracho, honey.
Boss!
You cork-brain, I'm talking about man, woman, sex, conquest.
And it's organizations like The Sentinel that we must deal with first.
Until the water reaches my lower lip, then I'll mention it to somebody.
Very adroit, Mr. Leslie. Very skilled.
Help!
Hey, Professor, up and at 'em.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Push the button.
We're saved! we're saved!
Open this door!
Look, buddy, will you please step to one side like a good boy?
I'm sorry. You see, this race ain't the right place for a woman.
...entered the race knowing full well that you couldn't possibly finish.
But you can't leave me here.
- Help! - Savages attacking us! Indians!
"I hope you win. I hope you win!"
Rise and shine.
This particular morning I happen to be seasick.
...and lifted up into the clouds...
Just hold it. Frisbee. Just be quiet.
"If a good soldier dies with his boots on, rest assured they're polished."
That was a pigeon.
Yes, sir... Ma'am.
Max, stick with the car!