Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fish on the back of the boat and tell my mom lies.
I love anybody who loves trees.
- Yeah, I think you are. - OK.
- JJ? - (Man) Victor!
All right.
I can't believe this is happening to me.
Yeah.
Thank goodness. We just had a terrible accident.
JJ, you son of a!
(Both laugh)
And Missouri. And California.
(? Banjo tune)
No. Yes. Yes.
Fenderbaum, do me a favor.
- Wouldn't you believe he's sick? - Want me to examine him?
(Speaks foreign language)
When I was in Egypt making The Fly Who Bugged Me
- Hmmm! - (Greek) Ha! Jamie Blake.
Well, I had a chestful of citations, medals, that sort of thing,
- UCLA Medical Center. - LA.
(Speaks foreign language)
I like you too, Beauty.
No, I can't. I can't do anything.
(Tools clanging)
- That's great! - Yeah.
All right. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
- A gangbang or something like that. - A gangbang?
(Man in car) Headquarters, we are still in pursuit of the black Lamborghini.
(JJ chuckles)
but kindly resist the temptation and keep the media coverage to a minimum.
(Screaming)
'cause he's riding around with the Goodyear blimp!
(Laughter)
Ah! Ah! Go! Go, Chaos!
- Is that good to drink? - I don't know. I never tried it.
Like JJ.
- Why'd he call me shorty? - 'Cause you're small.
(Air hissing)
You want to try it again?
I'm terribly sorry, Mother, but you know too much.
- Thanks, Shakey. Excuse me. - Get this guy, Shakey!
(Bickering continues)
be the winning racers tomorrow in the Cannonball race,
Been a cop long?
I am Captain Chaos.
- I love wild bulls. - Oh!
(Both laugh)
- Oh. I gotta bless her. - I'm sorry, Father. She's a Zen Buddhist.
Ok
- Oh... - Yes?
(Both speak foreign language)
Godzilla movie. (Chuckles)
at the Knoxville, Tennessee, College of Faith Healing.
(JJ) Come on! It's a foot race!
to get a doctor. Now, where is he?
- Who won the race? - (Man) What do you get for last?
- Excuse me, Father, the road's open. - Oh, thanks.
- Mother, you don't understand. - What is there to understand?
I think we're in deep you-know-what. The transmission is slipping.
(Engines roaring)
The fuel-injection system. It's driving me crazy.
(Laughter)
My name is JJ McClure. This is Victor Prinzim, my executive assistant.
- It's nothing at all. - Keep flying, Father.
(Tires screech)
- (Horn toots) - (Giggling)
with a truckload of Sidewinder missiles!
- He'd help you. - He would?
When high-buttoned shoes were in style.
How about a limousine with diplomatic plates?
He got sick.
Tell you what. We'll just... slip away.
I'm no madam. I'm a decent, respectable woman.
Sit down.
(Tires screech)
Whiskey, zebra, alpha,
Listen, I want to get up there. I don't want to miss a thing.
- They could be part of a terrorist group. - I don't know.
- Victor. - Yeah?
- (Car horns blare) - (Tires screech)
- Yes, terrific. - He led the campaign
- Yeah. - Two seats.
And this - this is my faithful companion, Cato.
(Groans)
(Engine growls)
Take care.
Isn't that JJ McClure?
No.
(Both laugh)