Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, the tango. Here goes.

It's called the body slam.

we disband and go back home or wherever.

- But of course. - Then we're doing the right thing.

I know, and I feel awful about it.

- But, Fred... - What is with this "But, Fred" stuff?

Fred, do you have to eat with that hat on?

I can't tell you that, Wilma. It's a top secret.

We have a one year, all-inclusive course that will teach...

but that doesn't include the Hopi Indian rain dance.

- You'll want a new gown. - I'll wear my old one.

You brainwashed it out of me, lady.

I know, and always at 7:30.

But with you and me, why, we could go to the dancing school every night.

You meet people there and you're supposed to dance.

Here we are, Barney. Let's go in.

If there's no fire, and there never is...

It's true. You've heard of Mrs. Beardsley Gotrocks III?

I guess they didn't hear the bell, lady.

How does anyone learn anything? From a book, of course.

- Give up, Fred? - We're not going to the dance.