Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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