Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"The way I wolf food down!"
You be the chef...
Now be a good boy, Dino, put him down easy in the easy chair.
Okay, here it goes.
- Look, they're breaking up the chairs. - Gee, I never saw women get so mad.
the Women's Auxiliary to save the convention...
When was the last time you wrote a letter, Fred?
A shipwrecked sailor on an island in the middle of the ocean...
Yeah, Gus Gravel and his hotel.
What do you mean, leaving? We can't let old Smoo down.
Capice?
What will I do, Fred?
Go get Barney, I'll get Fred, we're getting out of here.
Women have no sense of humor.
You and I are going skin diving, Barney.
Group C will do the cleaning and dusting.
I'll see what old Smoothy has on the menu.
None of us have the old help-out spirit anymore, have we, Fred?
After I wolf down my dinner, I'll give him a ring.
Anyone that calls off should be flogged
Yeah, ditto. Me, too.
Caucus, smarcus. Who do you think you are?
Yeah, I always could talk old fatso Freddie into being my pigeon.
Boy, what power for one man to have.
That did it, I'm positively ruined.
There's going to be a long wait, the cook just quit.
The Fountain Waterbeds to sing our song