Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

# Tramp, tramp, tramp the boys are marching

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

Extra paper! Get your evening paper!

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

This oasis must meet the situation with determination.

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

I'm going to the convention.

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

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

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

It's your little brother Charlie.

Wait a minute. Here, go ahead.

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

# Then you shake it up and down

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

- Would you? - I would.

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

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

- Oliver. - What, sugar?

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

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

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

Come on, Stanley.

The ship started to sink and we both dived overboard.

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

It might be double canis deliris.

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

and he thought you ought to have a doctor.

# Having the time of our lives

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

There's something very strange going on.

- Are you going? - Huh?