Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Boy, this outboard motor is heavy.
Why, that's just a silly old myth.
Hold on, Fred, I'm coming.
Speak, Exalted Grand Pooh-Bah.
The hotel staff has quit, and I hereby order...
You're true blue, through and through.
We could get down to Gus's hotel. He might give us a rate for old time's sake.
Gee, Fred, that's great.
What will I do, Fred?
Relax! Are you kidding?
you would leave this sweet, generous guy in his hour of need?
Boy, what a close call. We were lucky to get out of there alive.
Well, it could be, Fred, but I heard stories.
Fred, I don't know how to tell you. I feel like a heel.
I wonder what the poor people are doing.
There must be 200 people pouring into the hotel.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
What will you do? Throw him back, that's what.
- Hi, Fred. - Hi, Betty.
- The convention will be ruined. - Ruined nothing. We've got our wives...