Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's in the laundry room.

That's not fair. This is a good job.

I don't mind if I do.

Spit it out, Wilmer. Where's the package?

Valentine... we're gonna do what I think is necessary.

- What's wrong with that kid? I told him 9:00. - He'll be here.

in Napoleon's Mistress.

I do my own stunts.

It's an engine, okay, but you strap it to your back...

Well that’s the end of that

- Come on, let's go. - Relax.

When your son is in the Rocket Club

Yeah, they set up a rendezvous. They want to swap Jenny for the rocket.

Secord, I don't think you know the game you're playing.

- Startin' to smoke, old timer. - Stop it!

- Drop the ladder. - Right.

- You know this is a closed set. - I have to go.

- Hold it, Peev. - Huh?

My boys finally figured it out:

- What's he talking about? - Oh yeah, I got it straight from the feds, Eddie.

Oh, my prince, would that you'd drink of my lips as deeply.

- You idiot! - How clumsy of me.

- Now what happened to it? - I don't know.

There's a lot of lettuce in this.

- Must be the maid's day off. - Somebody's been lookin' for something.

to its rightful owner. That's him.

- No no, sit down. It's... - Don't worry about them, I'll be right back.

There's no sign of the rocket.

This is the FBI! Throw down your guns.

But you'd have been a fantastic Lady Catherine.

Get in the car.

- You know who I am? - What pilot doesn't, Mr. Hughes?

We have clocked him at 192 miles per hour.

Wings of Honour.

I love her, Peev.

Plus which Miss Mabel over here is a flying coffin. You said so yourself.

They think we were shooting at them. What do you think was going on at the house?

Don’t worry folks. It’s all part of the show.

I may not make an honest buck, but I'm 100% American.

Don’t Worry Folk. It’s all part of the show

Peevy, she never let us down before. Besides, I'll go real easy on her.

My Dad when I’m around Hang on to me

- Mr. W. C. Fields. - Charmed, my dear,

Apparently someone else had the same idea.

- It's so romantic. I bet he's handsome. I wish he'd rescue me.

Do you want me to try this on?

- Hi, Millie. - Hey, morning, Millie, how you doing?

- Look what she did to Lucky Lady... - Peevy, cut it out, cut it out!

If the vertical thrust is 1-28 inches per second...

Could you come in here, please?

See, we need a flier for a real special job.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have an emergency.

You must let me have this dance.

I didn't even get a chance to thank him.

What do you mean, you found something?

Short fella, gimpy leg.

You bring me that rocket and I'll double your price.