Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The jury awards the dog...

Yes, Your Honor.

Tralfaz will have the very best.

Let's face it, you're a real astromutt. Reah, ra rastrorutt.

He felt lost in a lonely, new world.

Okay, now, everybody act naturaI.

And outside, he had his own private, circular dogwalk.

My dog's name has been Astro ever since we found him.

And when I hit this stop button, he'd better be a flying beagle!

The first case is J.P. Gottrockets v. the Jetsons.

My name is Withers.

Oh, the things I go through for a measly million-dollar retainer fee.

Come on, boy. You're going home!

Yeah, well, it's nice to be loved, but this is ridiculous!

I tell you, he ran away. Would I lie to you?

All right, wise guy, you're coming with me.

Not exactly? Now see here, Withers.

You're going for a walk, so you can skip that snappy back talk.

The clerk will strike the dog's remark from the records.