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But that's space business.

I still say you're bluffing, Cogswell. I don't believe it.

And how! You were great. Thanks a bunch!

- Just hang it on the hook. - Right, on the hook.

Give me those pills.

Oh, thanks, Mrs. Jetson. I'll return this to its owner. Bye.

The home of big business, where big wheels wheel and deal.

Yes, Miss Galaxy? What is it?

Hold on, Mr. Spacely. Here we go!

No more get-rich schemes for me.

- It must have shrunk a bit. - How about it, Dad?

These three day work weeks are murder.

I suppose you called to rub it in, eh, Spacely?

- Don't do it, Mr. Spacely, don't do it! - Shut up, Jetson!

Let's try it again.

I can fly like a bird!

I'll take a couple of spins around the house and then I'll break the good news to Janey.

We want a pressed suit for the board of directors' demonstration tomorrow.

But I wonder what he's up to.

Flying around the building on company time.

Now, make like a bird, will you?

Hey, what's this?

I almost became vice president and I almost lost my job.

I know, I know, I'll try the nuclear phobia bit.

I've been so busy all day I just simply forgot to get it.

Hi, Dad. You wanna be the first one to try my new flight pill?

Gee, thanks, Mr. Cogswell. You saved my life.

Jane, stop this crazy thing!