Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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