Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How else could they figure out their racing forms?
- They used to call me "Lard." - Why not?
Tell you what, Fred.
From what I saw of that old gang of yours, half of them never learned to write...
I still can't figure it out. All the guys I used to know.
What happened? You look terrible.
Sure thing. Let's get an early start.
Five minutes! What for? We're only going to be here for three days.
You'll have to take care of the rowboat yourself.
Not a chance.
Fred Flintstone!
if I bring them along, can they get a rate, too?
- Fred, you'll hurt yourself. - Careful, Fred.
We're pretty far out, Fred, I hope we don't run into a sea serpent.
This meeting will now come to order.
But, Fred, how can you do this to me after all I have done for you?
but at the convention, I'm the Grand Exalted lmperial Pooh-Bah.
- Hi, Wilma. - Hi, Betty. Come on in.
What do they think we are, slaves?
Oh, boy, this is a whopper.
- Skin-diving gear? - Check-a-red-check.
No wonder I never found the right girl to marry.
Hello, Mr. Gravel.
- Dino? - At the vet's.
somehow he ends up defending himself from something else.
my next-door neighbor and his wife ain't got no plans...