Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jane, his wife
That's the old company spirit. You heard him, Jetson. Let's move.
Well, good luck.
The board of directors are coming this morning, and you're gonna meet them.
Oh, why, it's marvelous, Mr. Spacely. It's sensationaI.
Clouds clouds go away before we eat you
Chump. Chump. Chump.
Yankees, 6.
I don't feeI good, Mom. I think...
- Finish out the week. - Oh, good thinking.
Planet poker. Planet poker.
Remind me to buy some United Rocket stock right after the coffee break.
Five trillion, 26 billion, by the third power. Power.
I'll just add a smidgen of my speciaI spring tonic...
Hear that, Jetson? Not only intelligent, but respectfuI too.
Oh, no! Oh, no! No, you don't! Out!
999 Where Are Noting So In This Getting Out Prepare So The Work Can Out To Stop Doing It
I'll wear my white button-down radiation shirt...
I gotta make out my will.
Never fear, Jetson.
That's correct. Hope you're wearing your watch, Jetson...
- At least he could come to the door. - I'll tell him. Bye, Ma.
- Sure. - Take my advice, Mr. Jetson.
His boy, Elroy
But Mr. Spacely doesn't allow cards here. He hates them.
Mama needs new space boots.