Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll get it.
Polish your nails on your own time. Polish your nails on your own time.
We're going to miss you, George.
I'm inclined to agree.
"Bet number 32 black," he says.
- Fired. You're fired, fatso. - Help!
who's filling in for kimberley whiteman? fiona ginn.
Take a look.
You talk about pests. I mean, he's impossible.
...your dandy handyman. Hey.
Be a sport. Be a sport.
And starting Monday, I'm spending a whole month on the moon!
I still haven't told my family. I'm nothing but a coward.
- Hey, Mr. Jetson. - Henry, what are you doing here?
Shake. Shake.
I'd like to see how he's doing.
Congratulations to George
It's vacuum heads like you who keep fuselage and fender shops in business!
My, this is your big little old day, isn't it?
Calling Dr. Racey, Dr. Ken Racey.
Well, Elroy, you've just spent your father's raise.
Get rid of him, Spacely, or you'll be out of a job.
Try your luck. Try your luck.
- There's only one thing, though. - What's that?
...and whoopee!
What's your secret?
Sell AP&P. Sell AP&P.
- Someone's at the door. - Yeah, I'll get it.
...but he's the king of the old crabs.
- I've been expecting it. - Not this one. Take a peek.
Sorry, buster. I don't work here anymore.
I’m
Oh, George, time to get up. You'll miss your appointment.
Last week, you said it was Martian mumps.