Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's losing his.
- Tell her what? - That you're letting us have your tickets.
My salary will be raised. I'll be promoted.
Oh, I'm sorry, Astro.
That's my building!
Out! Out! Out!
Don't "hi, boss" me. Why don't you just move a bed in here.
75,000?
But it's over.
And you woke me up out of a sound sleep to tell me that?
Cogswell Cogs?
50,000?
Now, don't you worry, dear.
Well, if it isn't the ex-king of sprockets.
And I'll help out too, Pop. I'll deliver-tate papers.
I'll give you 5000.
What a slave driver.
You win. I'll buy it.
It's all here, Cogswell, in black and white.
Now get out before I lose my temper!
And stay out!
Right. The building has to come down.
You always walk on your knees, Cogswell?
22,500?
George. Is anything wrong?
No wonder his building is so close.
Well, on paper, but if, if, if...