Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You understand every second counts.
Before this iceberg melts and we drown like rats, we're going to do plenty.
Get the car!
Now, let's see.
Hey, Professor!
...one doesn't dance. And I love to dance.
Take us down.
Now, at approximately the 50 mile mark, car number 3, it loses its transmission.
- Hezekiah. - What?
Professor Fate destroyed all the gasoline, Grommett is a matter of necessity.
May I have the honor of this dance?
...and chewing broken glass, eating fire.
Henry, if you can't be more gracious, shut up!
Now, young lady, who are you?
Okay, just sign on the line.
Try it once more.
I think I'm supposed to go to India, after I assume the throne...
...of the Leslie Special in this newspaper.
And...
Any man who has the arrogance to consider himself better than a woman.
Gentlemen don't.
And I am an emancipated man.
There will be no lollygagging in this hallway.
- Good evening, Your Highness. - Rolfe, you rogue, where have you been?
Max!
- I've got it. - What is it?
There isn't anything men and women can't discuss when civilized and mature.
Welcome to Boracho.
We're safe up here.
You mean amazing because I'm a woman.
I won't win any way but my way. You ruined my reputation!
I can speak, read and write Russian, French and Arabic.
But you, on the other hand, claim full knowledge of the auto and its workings.
What was that?
...so why can't we settle this whole thing underneath the blanket?
I'm here. In here.
Out! And stay out! A pox on you!
Push the button, Max!
Of course I'll keep it to myself.
...let's discuss it, shall we?
No!
- I never saw a car like that in my life. - You never will again either.
Ahoy, iceberg.
And when you reach Grommett you'll send for gasoline?
...ever attempted by the greatest daredevil in the world.
Unhand me! You blackguards, scoundrels! Unhand me!
Oh, no, not Leslie. Never Leslie.
- Eventually. - Then you're wasting your time!
- I might consider an apology. - An apology?
Your interpretation of bringing sex out into the open and mine are two different things.
Where is your competitor, this Professor Fate?
- Good morning. - Good morning.
I'll emancipate them from the drudgery of being servants or saints.
You must look exactly like the prince.
I got to present you with this here key to the city!
"Have crossed Carpanian border.
...swoops down from the sky, snares the professor...
Get away from there.
Frisbee!
I'm sorry, dear.
Away.
I can't stand it, I'm freezing to death.
- Now look what you've done. - Me?
You can't treat me that way! I'll expose you!
Look at that!
And lie on nails!
Fiddle-de-dee! I don't much like the way you're celebrating.
That's a pity.
Will you release Miss Dubois and the others?
I'm simply Leslie and I'm at your service.
I wish to see Professor Fate. I'm a reporter. For The Sentinel.
All you have to do is throw this switch, it homes in on the loudest engine noise.
More pies! More pies!
- You don't believe me? - I do not.
- Mr. Partner. - Yes.
I think I'll just take a little stroll around the palace.
Your highness, may I present the Great Leslie.
Your Highness.
Bay Area now
You've been told. You're under arrest.
Okay, Professor.
We're saved. We're saved!
Let me give you a hand with it.
Hello.
He stays in the pokey until I'm safely in Paris.
I think I better go and fix the car.
We save 15 miles by following the tracks, Max.
Double-crossing females!
Leave it? Can't leave it for Leslie.
Necktie? Well, what kind of cheap present is that?
What was that?