Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Martian blackjack. Martian blackjack.
- Well... - Speak up. Speak up.
This brain ain't kidding, Mr. Jetson.
Good luck, Mr. Jetson.
What does he say?
Some calisthenics. Here, now, let's go.
Reservist Henry reporting for duty.
Yeah, what's the matter?
You're absolutely right. I'm through being pushed around.
First Sergeant Uniblab's in charge.
You know, in some ways, I'm glad to go.
Heart okay. Next.
What's next?
Winner gets a desk job. Winner gets a desk job.
Raffling off passes?
Okay? Double time, Jetson.
His boy, Elroy
Help!
...and old Spacely was elected numskull of the year.
- Take over. - Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Why, do you know that...?
Hey, I'd like a little off the sides.
Age limit in the Space Guard?
That water's cold!
Eight balls. Eight balls.
Read chart? What chart?
Help! I'm lost! Somebody, help!
Do you hear me? Everyone!
Would you mind giving me my allowance in advance?
Just you wait till you're back on the job.
Approved, U.S. 51075. Next.
Oh, dear. George is having another nightmare.
I'm with you, sir.
It's insubordination, I'll tell you! Insubordination!
Come on. Close it up. Close it up.
Take the round peg, put into the square hole.
I'd try anything to get rid of that revolting robot.
That's 10 million miles from the nearest asteroid.
It's so familiar. Where have I heard it?
why don't we shake hands