Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Then I guess I'll have to hurry or I'll miss my train. Goodbye, Hezekiah.
Maximillian, if Miss Dubois and Hezekiah are not in that castle...
Max, we're saved! We're saved!
Max!
Happy New year
Excuse me.
...you are about to witness the most spectacular feat...
She won't even get as far as Albany in that Steamer.
...l'm a responsible, discriminating woman who doesn't intend to jump into bed...
Yes, blessing. He has terrible mottos written all over his walls like:
You idiot! "Hey, Professor, up and at 'em."
- Incredible. - Amazing.
Gentleman!
...we'll reach land just about the time that our feet get wet.
I'm simply Leslie.
That depends on my success today. Gentlemen, will you excuse me please?
Mr. Leslie, I suspect you are being unrealistically optimistic for my benefit.
What are you kicking the professor for?
You and your stupid ideas.
But if you attend the coronation, won't you lose time in your race to Paris?
You're a suffragette. You're the one who wanted to bring sex out in the open.
- Good morning. - Good morning
I don't think so. According to my calculations...
All right, Mr. Leslie. Let's.
Now just a moment.
- Hezekiah. - Boss.
Howdy, Mayor. Howdy, Sheriff. Hello, there, Curly.
Where are you?
Not the mustache.
I have beaten Leslie at last.
You with your hair that is always combed.
You're not serious?
?
It's me!
And just how do you propose to prove that, sir?
You're afraid! You're afraid of a real woman!
...and a hundred dollars for every photograph.
Don't bet on it. That's a very determined young lady.
Look who's talking about responsibilities. Turn right.
Now here she is...
Now you're using your female attractiveness as a weapon.
What makes you so great, Mr. Leslie?
Until the water reaches my lower lip, then I'll mention it to somebody.
Smoke screen!
I want you to run to City Hall and bail out Mrs. Goodbody.
- Baron. - I'm honored.
- I am a creature of habit. - All the more reason.
Why did you come here?
- Get the bird. - Yes, sir.
As Mayor of Boracho, I offer a toast...
I broke it off. It was frozen. Look.
- Someone who looks like me? - Yes, sir.
- I'll go down in history! - Three hundred.
You blundering idiots!
Fight in the saloon! Big fight! Fight!
Unless of course, it's me or...
Professor, dinner is served.
I presume you know how to use one.
...too long dead to know that its been awarded.
Citizens of Boracho. Thank you.