Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jennie Drysdale threw up.

- You want me to tutor you? - What does that mean?

How was the Junior Chipmunk meeting?

Yeah, but I'm Mickey Mantle of the grease pits, right?

Yeah, yeah, I like you with your pom-poms. I'll call.

I changed my mind.

All except old Roscoe, the lube man.

I just need your help to get me over some of those rough spots.

I must have caught a germ in biology.

Dear, I don't like to hear you talk like that.

I know, but it's not really...

Yeah, well, I figured that, Cunningham, but I am prepared.

Richard, did you know that your father hated devilled ham?

Cutter's rod took longer than I expected.

I just might need some assistance... Little assistance on all that homework.

Hey, don't forget your white shirt for assembly.

All right, class.

Settle down, settle down.

Good. You can do my homework.

- Find me a four-leaf clover, will you? - Okay.

Oh, I would really appreciate that, Potsie.

Oh, I was thinking I might become a cop.

Great, I got biology. We gotta cut up frogs.

And I figure that hot rods