Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Smoo, I was thinking of running down to your place for the big weekend.
And I don't want to spend the three days sitting here listening to an inventory.
Now let's see, the cookbook says...
judging people you don't even know. That's your big trouble, Wilma.
Barney can be the bellboy...
Hey, Smoothy.
Go find yourself some other pigeons.
You don't get letters unless you write.
I guess he doesn't want to hurt our feelings by refusing.
We hear you, Great Exalted Grand Pooh-bah.
Oh, yeah? They all could read.
Old Smoothy has had a tough break. His whole staff walked out on him.
5:00 and here comes Fred.
- You're kidding. - Look, boy, back home I'm nothing...
And I say it can't be done.
Anytime you want to give him away, we'll take him.
At least we don't have to do the cooking, Fred's got that department.
Sure, I'd love to go.
Gravel Hotel, where the surf meets the rocks.
Oh, brother, the only exercise he gets is lifting food to his mouth.