Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, the poor man.
Hey, boss, here come the Marauders.
Oh, hello, dear. I didn't know you were...
...and I'm on my way home.
What a game, eh, Jetson?
Hold up your card and smile for identification, please.
There goes old Red out onto the field.
Darn that snitcher-picture-taker!
If I'm late again today, the boss will flip.
I can't believe it, but... Yes, it is.
But it's true. Kickoff is at 8:30.
You and your recording.
He's the holder of ticket 5643.
That's for sure.
I just think I'll give him a call.
That must be my wife. Quick, jump into bed and don't say anything.
Yes. You will stay with him, won't you?
Bye-bye.
George, you're late.
That's no way to treat a mink.
I've got to get him home, nurse his wounds...
Making me miss that concert.
- Evening, dear. - Evening, dear.