Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jeannie! Jeannie.
You may be just what the doctor ordered.
-Captain. -Captain.
-Who are you? -l am nobody.
Well, l told him not to be late.
l will never force myself on you.
Are you? l'm afraid l didn't get your name.
Yeah, he sure did.
...and said he was on his way to marry you...
Well, thank you for inviting me.
Now, Jeannie, you wouldn't do that to me.
Jeannie. How-- How do you do that?
Are you satisfied?
Hello.
lt's about Sunday. Oh, thank you.
Let's be married. Right now.
You can't blame me for getting carried away.
-lt's my pleasure. My pleasure. -Captain.
l cannot marry this man!
And l just wanted to let you know there are no hard feelings.
l am just finishing my wedding dress.
Could you talk a little faster, sir?
Not if you marry me.
Angel, l've been looking for you everywhere.
l'd say you picked the perfect bride, captain.
Would you excuse me? Something l gotta straighten out.
...it's a pleasure to meet a real, old-fashioned homebody for a change.
But would you mind getting rid of this outfit now?
-Master? -Oh, Jeannie.
Well, it's solid gold. lt belonged to King Tut.