Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- It's not necessary to yell at her. - I'll yell at whoever I want to yell at!
- Unreasonable! - And arrogant.
Your Royal Highness. Your Royal Highness!
If I were to send for gasoline now I would need a telegraph.
Not until you've trimmed your mustache, Your Majesty.
As have I.
Come on, go, go!
Get me down! Please!
Well, I'll go see.
- You're not talking about equal rights. - I know what I'm talking about.
- Everything is ready? - Everything is ready.
He's a cheat and a liar.
Stop! Stop!
- A parachute. - A parachute.
The Sentinel will scoop the world!
My camera!
It's a pleasure to meet you.
- Professor... - Shut up!
What?
I know that. Give me the cord.
I'm sure you do.
I hate you.
If you open the door one inch, it sets off the alarm.
Don't you try any double-crosses, my friend, keep our deal.
Ahoy!
Everybody stand back and give a man some fighting room
Time to get up.
For a little ride, your Highness.
- Handcuffed herself to the door? - Of the men's room.
- Have they integrated yet? - No.
That was just the sheriff and some of the men dressed up like Indians.
No, Your Highness. It was Baron Von Stuppe.
With Leslie free, every minute counts.
You must build an automobile to the most precise specifications.
I'm sorry, Padre, I can't let anyone see the prisoner...
...with an overhead cam that can...
Maggie Dubois.
So you just step back, Sheriff, unless you want to fall back.
How would you know?
Take cover!
Champagne?
We're underwater! We're doomed!
Friday Night Shack!
- We got to do something. - Don't worry.
...by agreeing with some of the things I believe in.
What's so funny? Something wrong?
Indeed you are.
- Good luck, Maggie. - Thank you.
We're going to starve!
You and your friends are under arrest.
As far as freezing is concerned, you have the same chance that we have.
You're mad, young woman, you're mad!
That's terrible.
I've requested this meeting in order to make you a proposition.
Now can I have me some fighting room?
I'll miss him. Oh, there it is!
I will escort you to the palace where you will be the guests...
What struggle? She's got a can opener.
Max, up, you idiot! Up!
You left me no choice so I had to stow away in Fate's car.
I am General Kuhster.
Or would you prefer an engraved invitation?
Equality, real equality of the sexes bothers you, doesn't it.
The foot. Watch that foot!
Dive, crash dive!
So until another day, Mr. Leslie.
Well, Mr. Leslie? You wish to continue the race, so do I.
Wait for me. Wait for me.
I'm going to bed, now.
There's the gas.
Good night, Your Highness.
Woman starves to death in the men's room of The New York Sentinel.
Under the circumstances, I consider that a fair exchange.
Hey, boss! Look.
...entrusting its entire automobile future to a man like Leslie, it's disreputable.
...from a Kansas farm girl to a European duchess.
I once went on an anthropological expedition...
We must get underneath the blankets together. Close together.
Miss Dubois, you're not suggesting...