Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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