Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

while I order up a little lunch for you.
You two sports are going to take us to a nice hotel...
- Bowling balls? - Check.
Roger.
- Barney, how about going fishing? - Okay, good idea, Fred...
No, Dino, you can't go out till your daddy gets here.
Wilma is right, Fred, let's just relax for a while.
Fritter, shmitter, we're walking out right now.
How's the old married man?
- What a mob. - Barney!
My whole staff walks out on me.
What are you all standing around for?
Goodbye, Fred. See you all this weekend.
- Any mail today, honey? - The usual, Fred. More bills and more ads.
Fred, can't you stay put for five minutes?
- After him, girls, he's out in the lobby. - Let's lynch him.
- And so did the maids. - And the bellboy.
I told you, because he's a sweet, generous, lovable guy.
All the best ones are gone.
No, Dino, hold it, boy.
- What is it, Wilma? A riot? - No, worse. A convention.
Who is Gus Gravel?
but I guess we have nothing to lose.
You'd think one of them, just one of them, would write.
Members of the Women's Auxiliary...
- Catcher's mitt? - Check.
And we obey, Your Highness.
Now, I'll take your stuff up to your rooms.
I was never so humiliated in my life.
Come on, Barney, let's get out of here.