Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You mean we'll be out of the Army?
Let's head for home and some home cooking.
It goes into effect as soon as Mr. Flintstone...
They're all lined up in our honor.
What's all that fine chipping on the bottom?
And don't give me any bushwah about regulations.
You know what this means, Barney? We're famous.
Are you kidding? My wife wouldn't stand for it.
We both want O-U-T-T: Out!
I'm going to enter that contest, and I bet I'll beat you.
That should be easy. We don't know anything about it.
- Yeah, this is it. - We're all set, Barney.
When I cut this rope...
Pretty swell of the sergeant to tip us off about the secret mission.
We will see how many rpm you could take.
Step right up, fellows. We'll GI you right now.
Yeah, already the spaceship is getting kaput.
- Out of one man's army... - Right into one woman's army.
Say, Wilma, I'm not sure of that number on Main Street.
You're over the hill athletically.
It sounded like you said...
We're all ready, General.
With the look of eagles in your eyes, sir...
the first one-star general ever to go into orbit.
Why bother? What's done is done. It's no use crying over spilt milk.
How are we doing?
Now, where could I get two guys naive enough to volunteer?
My friend would like to get in this thing, too.
But General, sir, I asked the fellows casually, you know...
They will not. I'll miss you.
That does it!