Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- AwfuI? - For Cogswell.

Get your building off my property!

...I might as well get the feeI of it.

Now, don't think this makes any difference to me, Spacely.

- Ashtray. - Ashtray? Well, sure, Spacely, old paI.

I knew you'd be pleased.

Just one, boss.

Well, that's different, my boy.

- But... - That's a funny way to resign, Jetson.

Well, why can't they just cut off 6 inches?

Well, I'll say this for the builder, he's getting the job done fast.

Now, where were we? Oh, yes.

And all you can say is, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. "

How come you're wearing space shoes in the house? You know better.

Oh, never, Mr. Spacely.

Wait till you hear the good news!

It's the end of Cogswell.

So long, Cogswell.

- Jetson! - What? What? Oh, hi, boss.

Boy! I think I'll have one of these massagers put in my office.

But I don't need another building.

...that's my building here.

Jetson, we've got to keep Cogswell from snooping on us.

This is what I'm wearing to My Space Lady tonight, George. Like it?

Jetson. You're responsible for this.

Right after you sign this agreement.

I wonder who's putting up that building next door.

I'll get a job as a bubblehop at a space burger fly-in.

Which means dressing to your new position.

Oh, Harlan, my boy, get Spacely on the visaphone.

Against safety regulations.