Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your Royal Highness. Your Royal Highness!
As have I.
If I were to send for gasoline now I would need a telegraph.
- Have they integrated yet? - No.
We must get underneath the blankets together. Close together.
You must build an automobile to the most precise specifications.
With Leslie free, every minute counts.
Maggie Dubois.
- Unreasonable! - And arrogant.
- You're not talking about equal rights. - I know what I'm talking about.
Well, I'll go see.
...with an overhead cam that can...
Under the circumstances, I consider that a fair exchange.
What's so funny? Something wrong?
So until another day, Mr. Leslie.
Max, up, you idiot! Up!
We're underwater! We're doomed!
No, Your Highness. It was Baron Von Stuppe.
Ahoy!
The Sentinel will scoop the world!
Wait for me. Wait for me.
Now can I have me some fighting room?
...from a Kansas farm girl to a European duchess.
I've requested this meeting in order to make you a proposition.
I'm sure you do.
So you just step back, Sheriff, unless you want to fall back.
Good night, Your Highness.
...entrusting its entire automobile future to a man like Leslie, it's disreputable.
Woman starves to death in the men's room of The New York Sentinel.
If you open the door one inch, it sets off the alarm.
I'll miss him. Oh, there it is!
Indeed you are.
That was just the sheriff and some of the men dressed up like Indians.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
As far as freezing is concerned, you have the same chance that we have.
Or would you prefer an engraved invitation?
I hate you.
Come on, go, go!
Friday Night Shack!
I'm sorry, Padre, I can't let anyone see the prisoner...
My camera!
What?
Equality, real equality of the sexes bothers you, doesn't it.
You and your friends are under arrest.
- Good luck, Maggie. - Thank you.
- We got to do something. - Don't worry.
- Professor... - Shut up!
He's a cheat and a liar.
Dive, crash dive!
Everybody stand back and give a man some fighting room
Take cover!
I'm going to bed, now.
Well, Mr. Leslie? You wish to continue the race, so do I.
For a little ride, your Highness.
How would you know?
- Everything is ready? - Everything is ready.
You're mad, young woman, you're mad!
Don't you try any double-crosses, my friend, keep our deal.
- It's not necessary to yell at her. - I'll yell at whoever I want to yell at!
The foot. Watch that foot!
...by agreeing with some of the things I believe in.
You left me no choice so I had to stow away in Fate's car.
- A parachute. - A parachute.
What struggle? She's got a can opener.
Miss Dubois, you're not suggesting...
Not until you've trimmed your mustache, Your Majesty.
- Handcuffed herself to the door? - Of the men's room.
We're going to starve!
Hey, boss! Look.
I will escort you to the palace where you will be the guests...
I know that. Give me the cord.
Stop! Stop!
Get me down! Please!
I am General Kuhster.
Champagne?
There's the gas.
I once went on an anthropological expedition...
Time to get up.
That's terrible.