Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"Copyright l963. Printed in Hicksville, New York."
I'm not even gonna dignify that with a response.
What school bus? I don't understand this game.
Lucky break. I couldn't see a thing.
That's it.
Morning, gentlemen. And I use the word incorrectly.
Well, we only had one car.
Why, I spent years saving nickels and dimes so that I could...
Oh, the driving manual. Well, you can't study that too much.
You found me. You found a job.
Well, come on. I don't have all day.
Finished? How could you be? - I knew all the answers.
You lost your car? You lost the bet. Pay me.
You don't want it driven into the side of a building.
Next.
Now, I never will be a real live cousin of my Uncle Sam.
That grumpy guy from the driver's license store.
He can do anything he puts his mind to.
That's p's and q's. - I didn't know that.
Okay. I'll give that to you.
Balki, you're alive.
Will you teach me? - Well, sure.
And he said, "Right." So...