Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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