Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wilmer's wrapped up like a mummy in County General.
I don't want you to be sorry, Cliff.
Don't threaten me Eddie. Just do your job.
Taxi!
Thanks, Cliff.
he is not massing troops at the Czech border.
- Neville. - Tonight then.
♪ When you're alone ♪
It's Neville Sinclair.
They're beautiful.
Yeah, well that's good 'cause I got a club to repair and an ulcer to plug.
Maybe not. Look!
Flag that biplane down now!
It doesn't matter where he got it from.
- Where's what? - The rocket.
What he means is a piece of the world!
Hey, Peev?
moments after the daring rescue and has yet to step forward and identify himself.
I'm as much a victim as you are.
Hey, Sinclair...
- It's the flying man. - It's the Rocketeer.
My pilot is the finest in Germany.
They're working for a Nazi agent,
My God! Neville Sinclair is a...
What's a movie star need a rocket for anyway?
.
- Will you just listen to me for a minute. - You're jealous. You found out that I was here with Neville...
I reworked the throttle, so just squeeze her like a gas pedal.
All Part of the Show
TODAY EUROPE, TOMORROW THE WORLD
Jenny, prepare yourself for a shock.
get this, fellas, at the end of the movie...
What are they doin' to you?
We lost it.
"So Act... But Don't Act Like You're Acting. Get It?" Good Advice!
Jump for it, Clifford!
Clifford, take a look at this here. Here, look.
Hello?
Why, that must've woke up the whole valley.
Jenny, you okay?
I have to.
Not just 10 bucks a show but enough to get us back on our feet and into the nationals.
- Hey Charlie, get off the phone! - You heard me... a flying man!
Oh, no!
Hey, we'd better scram if we're gonna catch this Cagney movie.
- Uh, yeah. I'll be home soon, honey. - Who is this?
Millie?
Let's get outta here!
So what? That's her work. She don't care about them phoney-baloneys. She cares about you.
She might be the one who knows where this guy is who found our package, all right.
Hit it! Hit it!
How 'bout some background on the flyin' man?
Somebody call the nurse! Charlie's been stabbed!
- Oh, is that right? - That's right.
I don't know, Peev.
Peevy, the FBI's gonna lock us up.
You don't have to, son. He saw the look on your face.
True. I'd hate to stain my legend on a villain such as you.
That dame... happens to be Secord's girlfriend.
He's gonna walk into the hospital with a smile on his face and a handful of posies.
Hey ladies in waiting? We're waiting! Let's go.
Hey, this ain't a negotiation. Those guys are playing for keeps.
It's the feds!
Here's Mr. Ketchup Bottle!
That's not the point. It's just...
- Shoot him! - No!
Keep your eyes open for this dame.