Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Try that on your fortissimo. - Stand still, you insect.
That's for sure. Something real phony is going on.
Spoken like the true captain...
Mr. Flintstone, here's your paper. Catch!
Yooooouuu dope!
Fred, speak to me.
Ja, then he takes a powder. Get it?
Hey, old master, how about something to cool you off?
Isn't it beautiful, Wilma?
But, Fred, my legs are getting tired.
Roger, wilco and O-U-T, out.
Introvert your decibels. Increase speed to 4,500 rpms.
Yes, it's working, Fred.
I'LL BE RICH
- What do you think of it? - Before I think of it, what is it?
And we can forget about the bowling championship...
How are we gonna get into town? The girls got the car.
Looked like a dinosaur-eggbeater to me.
Hey, they must be doing over 80.
Maybe there's a phone in that bowling alley across the street.
Don't you know when to quit?
- Yeah, on your head. - Flap your arms up and down.
Surprise, husbands!
Did you get your paper, dear?
Oh boy, good old Sunday.
on account of the stickle bolts connected to the toggle switch...
Fred, what's wrong?
Mr. Copilot, ready for the takeoff?