Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When something goes wrong, I should be the first one to know about it.
I think we're gonna need a helmet.
Like where? The Copa? The Brown Derby?
Oh, nooo!
Hey.
This is your fault.
It was very silly.
No, I’ve been working all day
- Bull's-eye, ace. - I'm sorry, Jenny.
- Get the gun! - I got it, I got it!
this particular vacuum cleaner will not fall into the wrong hands.
- That's fresh paint, damn it! - Do you want me to crash?
It's all part of the show.
Uh-uh-uh. It's my turn to pick.
You'll triple my price.
- Let's make some history. - Yeah.
No, I'm not jealous! Listen, Jenny, Bigelow's been murdered.
It's your first time up, so don't do anything interesting.
Murdered?
Oh, Jen, you know Cagney's better.
- Boys, been a pleasure. - I'll call from the club.
When you Son is in the Rocket Club!
- Hello. - Hi.
The laundry chute! Get him! Get him!
Peevy, I have flown a plane or two in my life, you know.
- I told you once, I don't know where the hell he is. - Yeah?
I've been meaning to ask you, what was it like...
I told you I should have tested it myself.
Didn't he move to Cincinnati?
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I want you to stop treating me like... like a stranger.
Runs on alcohol.
I can't get a clean shot. I wish that black-and-white would get out of the way.
Mr. Bigelow, FBI. We'd like a word with you.
Don't worry, folks. It's all part of the show.
Happy Valentine's Day.
I've got a lovely bouquet of flowers here for Jenny.
- You tell him, Eddie. - Shut up!
than get all sweaty about whose fault it was.
I didn't want to ruin your evening.
Tell me that you're gettin' this.
Think never Think never
You said that to Greta Garbo...
Secord! Oh, yeah, I know him.
Cheer up, Eddie. You're about to make yourself a fortune.
The combustion chamber would overheat and explode.
Don't interrupt his meal.
Remember, she stalls out at about 100.
Thank you. It's very thoughtful of you. You'd rather make a fool of me?
My boys'll get the truth out of her in two minutes.
Desperately.
Spanish Johnny... he's checking on the diner where the flyers hang out.
- Is it your boyfriend? - I'm sorry, Neville.
doubly-charmed.
What is it? What happened?
How about a warm-up, Malcolm?
And I don't work for no two-bit Nazi.
Moonlight on Broadway. Carole Lombard.
The rocket will come to us.
And now, back to our program of dance band favourites.
No guns!
I think you might be rather wonderful in the role.
- How do I look? - Like a hood ornament.
All right, Stevie. Make me a Bromo, will you?
Fallen off any chandeliers lately?
We thought old Cliffie's number was up, what with the fire and all.
That thing'll cut you in half.
Just like the last time when I flew the regionals.
How 'bout those pies? They look good, huh, boys?
DON'T WORRY FOLKS IT'S ALL PART OF THE SHOW
Tip her over. Tip her over.