Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My favorite dish: Jetson under glass.

- Can I help you with some turkey, dear? - No, I'm big enough to feed myself.

Well, no, sir. Not exactly, sir. There's a couple of big guards at the gate.

I'll believe it when I see it.

I'm sorry, officer. Did I do something wrong?

I'll start with this drumstick.

If I never see another Cogswell cog, it will be too soon.

A 6-inch-high employee?

Why do I let Mr. Spacely get me into these fixes?

Oh, boy. I think I finally lost him.

If I want hot air from you, I'll squeeze your head.

Oh, boy. He doesn't have much trouble getting his point across.

You came through again, paI. Best laugh I've had in weeks.

Now, quiet, Spacely. I'm driving.

Okay, let's see your driver's license.

Now, listen, you guys. No one under 12 inches high is to pass through this gate.

Hey, what the...?!

- You and what army, shorty? - Shorty?

...you'd think someone would invent a decent fly swatter!

They'll keep this up for a couple hours or so.

...it's time to retire to that chicken ranch I have up on that asteroid.

Your puny efforts to put me out of business are a regular riot.

After a century of brilliant scientific progress...