Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, Jetson, Cogswell will be here any minute.
- Don't tell me you're going to count that. - Stop looking over my shoulder, will you?
- Hit the enlarging button, you muttonhead! - Yes, sir.
- You're the boss. - That's right. Now, sit!
Well, you're going to be a fat-lipped man now.
It's the televiewer. Elroy, will you see who it is?
I'll go home and sleep on it. You may have the rest of the day off.
Mr. Spacely calling, Mr. Cogswell.
- I'll just have to fish around. - I'm waiting, Jetson.
Hello, shorty.
- Wait right there, George. I have an idea. - You mean...?
They'll say, "Look at the shrimp! Look at the shrimp!"
Cogswell, you're a no-good crook.
How would you like a punch on the nose instead?
Meet George Jetson
Well, you aren't any space angeI yourself, Spacely.
- ... what do you think? - Very funny. Very funny.
Oh, boy. Some days it just doesn't pay to fall out of bed.
- Elroy, go to bed! - Yes, shrimp... Dad.
A week?! Oh, great.
Oh, boy.
Yes, sir.
George, are you up yet? Your breakfast is getting cold.
- What will our friends say? - What will I say to our friends?
Twelve inches high? Cogswell must have slipped a cog.
Do you have to bug me too?
Yes, sir.