Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Captain Nelson, what are you doing?
l would be happy to read your stars for you.
But he wishes to believe, O spirit.
...that you got climbing over your neighbour's barbed-wire fence.
You really think you'll talk to your uncle Jeff and aunt Sue?
-Let me-- -Yeah, oh, it's my fault.
Oh, well, l will get rid of them for you.
l haven't seen you for two weeks.
Well, l'm sorry l can't stay for breakfast.
What are you doing, master?
We will compose our souls with celestial music.
She's not charging him for the readings.
Oh, how about that? Three cups.
Look, you have your genie. Let me keep my fortuneteller.
Oh, thanks anyway, Tony, but l don't want to borrow Jeannie.
-Good morning, Roge. -Good morning.
And l remember, the medium told Mark Antony that if he didn't watch out--
-...better than a genie. -Oh, look, do me a favour, will you?
l trust your arm is better, major.
Perhaps l read it in the newspaper.
Say, have you heard anything about NASA expanding...
-Good night. -Good night.
-Major Healey. -We met before.
Would you like something else for breakfast, Major Healey?