Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey! Isn't she a ''Dob''?

Here I am, slaving day after day, washing and ironing 'til my fingers bleed.

''Expect to arrive in port in 36 hours.'' Signed, Captain John Zilo.

- What are you doing? - I've lost the aspirin. Can you move over a bit?

- Oliver. - What, sugar?

Oh, Betty. If I could only see him once more.

# Then you shake it up and down

I suggest a trip to... a trip to...

# Having the time of our lives

This oasis must meet the situation with determination.

''Rescue ship due back in Los Angeles harbour tomorrow.''

Wait a minute. Here, go ahead.

# Tramp, tramp, tramp the boys are marching

- Ha, ha, ha. - That's more than that blimp of yours will do.

- Oh, Betty! What was that? - I'll find out.

and he thought you ought to have a doctor.

Come on, Stanley.

There's something very strange going on.

- Would you? - I would.

What do you mean, am I telling you the truth?

The ship started to sink and we both dived overboard.

Extra paper! Get your evening paper!

If I didn't ask her, I wouldn't know what she wanted me to do.

Listen, I want you to talk to a fellow from Los Angeles. A swell guy.

Then she said, ''What part?'' and I said, ''All of me!''

It's probably our imagination. We're both so nervous and upset.

- What are you going to do with it? - None of your business. Do as I tell you!

I'm going to the convention.

- You know, Stanley can't swim a stroke. - Oh, I never thought of that!

- Are you going? - Huh?

Convention! You'll go to the convention over my dead body.

It's your little brother Charlie.

It might be double canis deliris.