Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't ask me how to fly a space capsule...
Some machine in Washington decides who's right for the job.
-Marilla? My own genie? -No. No, Roger, no.
You better get on it. The plane l won't be on...
Vacation, sir? Well, you're very kind, sir...
One genie in Cocoa Beach is quite enough.
And would you believe it, my watch looked just like this...
Tony, Tony. What were you doing in the bottle?
l don't even let her help me.
That's why he's gonna be furious.
He's up for a promotion.
l can't thank you enough.
Excuse me.
-Wait in the car. -Good night, all.
Oh, well, l'll say.
Arnie, do you still cut Myrt in half with the band saw?
-lt's wartime, all right. -Marilla?
She was a genie when l left Baghdad 2000 years ago.
l don't know what to say.
Here's one. My favourite trick. Ladies and gentlemen, '' Magic Factory.''
Maybe l did get a little carried away, but l've never had a 24-course meal.
Boy, oh, boy, am l glad to see you two.
Look, you two sure got here in a hurry. You must've had that magic carpet...
Andromeda lnlet?
Boy, we've really landed in a den of kooks.
Hold it!
Have l decided where l'm going on my vacation, sir?
You're doing fine, Captain Healey, just fine.
Oh, hello, Dr. Bellows.
Good night.
This is some kind of wartime code, isn't it?
Give her the old ''one, two, three.''
Of course not, master. l promised that l would not.
Tomorrow l'll have her do a cheese sandwich.
We're not in China.
-You're not genies, then? -Are you kidding, sweetie?
Roger!
l don't know. They won't answer.