Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

10 bucks a shot; 5 bucks goes toward your bill.

Pay voucher. The director wants you off the picture.

I wish he'd rescue me.

You must've picked up a ricochet. If you'd hit that button, we'd go all over the map by now.

Two of my best pilots were killed during the test phase.

I don't think so.

You make it so. Here's to you...

A cheap crook or the number 3 box-office star in America?

I don't answer to nobody but Eddie Valentine.

National air race is the next stop, Peevy!

Cliff, no! Not again.

It wasn't lies, Jenny. It was acting.

- What about Missile Man? - That stinks.

Nothin' to it, Howard. Just basic aviation.

and then switch the fuel-to-air ratio...

Looks like a hood ornament

Not that I recall. Would've been nice though...

Oh, there, there, there. Don't be frightened.

If the feds get me I'm takin' you with me. I'm gonna tell 'em everything.

Keep them at bay.

- What do you want? - Where is it?

Wilmer knows. He's in the hospital surrounded by cops.

Your buddy's getting fitted for a pine overcoat.

Okay. Okay, listen.

You're ignoring me. I have my post and you too.

♪ Who cares for starlit skies ♪

Mother of mercy!

Try to kiss her Try to kiss her

Hello? Hello! Can anyone hear me?

Sorry, boys. It's a trade secret... all part of the mystery.

- What are you talking about? - The movie,

After the short visit, it was into the clouds to continue a journey...

Everything about you is a lie.

- Ow! - What? What's the matter?

Boy oh boy. Is she a block of wood! You know, your audition was so much better.

I'm sorry I ever dreamed the damn thing up.

I finally played a scene with Neville Sinclair.

Good heavens! It's Sir Reginald!

I should've listened to you from the start, but Jenny's in trouble now.

Clifford, what's the deal? Are you nuts?

Excuse me! Coming through!

- Hello, Neville. - Hello, Clark.

You're always telling me what a genius you are, Peev! Fix it.

Sir, I wish you'd reconsider.

I'll meet you back here.

For God's sakes, Sinclair. Help us get these flames out.

He's probably hatching some harebrained scheme.

Ladies and gentlemen, well, I guess we had you fooled for a minute.

Bernie Howard in the red Great Lakes Biplane...

Here comes the Fuhrer's latest symbol of German progress,

- It's so romantic. - I bet he's handsome.

We'll go out have a real night on the town...

"I want her to think I'm makin' something of myself. Not that I'm just an out-of-work pilot with holes in his pockets."

I could teach you, mould you into a leading lady;

Now go get him!