Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and I wind up with a polliwog for a frogmouth. I'm ruined.
What's the matter with us? We're living in a dream world.
Third class, unscheduled, steerage flight...
That's the spirit. Defends her man in spite of everything.
Are you kidding? You are talking to Mr. Showbiz, buster.
Tell me, Fred, did you ever do any acting?
Wilma, Poopy's home. Let's eat. Let's feed the face.
Just for a gag we'll let Barney toss with a regular coin.
Yeah, Barney. That's swell.
I gotta stop him. If the show goes over I'll be saddled with him for the whole season.
These modern planes fly with only two birds if necessary.
And you were a Hamlet, Romeo, King Arthur?
You can run along now, J.B. I'll take over from here.
- It would have been fun together, Wilma. - It sure would have, Betty.
Okay, here goes. You call it, Fred.
Looks like everybody in Hollyrock has come to see the telecast.
That's sure nice to know.
the fire, the intensity, she's perfect.
How about going home, Fred?
Our cameras, don't forget our cameras.
Must be about one of those loud-mouthed guys.
What'll we do now?
You go, Fred. I got something to do.
Gee, Betty. This is where they make all those big television shows.
BETTY RUBBLE! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!