Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's something very strange going on.

Extra paper! Get your evening paper!

- Would you? - I would.

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

# Then you shake it up and down

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

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

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

- Oliver. - What, sugar?

- Are you going? - Huh?

I'm going to the convention.

This oasis must meet the situation with determination.

It might be double canis deliris.

Come on, Stanley.

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

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

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

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

# Tramp, tramp, tramp the boys are marching

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

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.

Wait a minute. Here, go ahead.

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

and he thought you ought to have a doctor.

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

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

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

# Having the time of our lives

It's your little brother Charlie.

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

The ship started to sink and we both dived overboard.

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