Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fight on.
But they're all happy, everybody having a good time.
Oh, what the heck! Mr. Mussburger is such a nice man...
- if you... - Worked in a watch factory?
Hello.
- or Smoocher or... - Smitty.
- Adenoids? - Lumbago.
It was my idea from the start.
Amy, how about we grab a little dinner and a show after work?
What's ailing you, boy?
You Know. For Kids!
Buddy. Buddy, say, buddy.
Still waters run deep.
Fight on.
All right, so the kid caught a wave.
This has been your orientation.
I see shame, dishonor...
- But, buddy... - I can't have every deadbeat...
She's probably just a little confused.
In Times Square, the little folks is watching and waiting for that big ball to drop.
We're in a period of transition here. Things have slowed.
and even Dad is swinging into the act!
He is now near, but not yet at his lowest point.
- Norville. - Yeah, yeah.
At least, I believe in your intentions.
It's a tough course. A real lollapalooza.
you didn't give him my blue letter?
Wait a minute.
Buzz?
Oh, thanks.
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I got gears to see to.
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with long, graceful legs, gamboling through the underbrush.
to the trough of despair.
Once the Muncie's done with.
You'll be tattered, torn and hurting.
dumped by a fella before, and that hurts...
and to give you gentlemen of the board a firsthand look.
Well, let me hold it or you'll have a real shiner.
is the oddice of the president of Hudsucker Industries.
- Norville, I'm sorry. - Bar fella, I'd like...
Shut up!
Together we can fight this thing.
The inventory of the Jacksonville...
I do remember and I was impressed. But that's all forgotten now.
That's his office.
Well, the picture's fine.
and I've seen Norville Barnes, the self-important heel.
You don't say.
and her paper is going to town.
What's a three-letter word for a flightless bird?
Change man-to-man to face-to-face.
The Einstein of Enterprise.
Did he bust a gut? Did he die? Well, hello, Mr. Mussburger.
- How's that, Sid? - It's not serious in itself.
to publish the rantings of a disordered mind...
Man-to-man.
I say, the higher he climbs, the harder he drops!
- How'd that go? - Well, it's hardly the same.
- Buzz? - Out on the town? Guess what?
It's perfect for Hudsucker, not that I'm any great genius.
Go to Florida. Lie in the sun.
I had 20,000 shares!
Counting the mezzanine.
Oh, fourteenth hole at Riverdale...
It's as if you're trying to take the heat off this Barnes numbskull.
but do you remember the plan I outlined for you...
It was the shock of eating after so long...
How soon before Hud's paper hits the market?
- Says who? - Says me, Amy Archer!
Bromo.
You want slack, I'll give you slack!
You've forgotten what made your ideas exciting to you.
Strictly speaking, I'm never supposed to do this...
Kiss me, Amy! Kiss me once for luck.
The Edison of Industry.
- Hello? - Hello, Norville.
See, did you ever go to the top of Larson's feed tower and look out over the town?
Well...
- The Wacky Circumference! - Uncle Midriff!
Looks like you're an imbecile, after all. Shut up!
Just got hired today.
GO EAGLES!
I'm jobless but not for want of trying.
File a faulty complaint and they dock you!
- Well... - Sure, you're biased.
How are you this fine morning, sir?
I had the boys down at R&D throw together this prototype...
to the pages of Amazing Tales Magazine.
We don't crawl here at Hudsucker Industries!
Not that way, through the door!
Say, buddy, how did old bucket butt like his blue letter?
I was thinking maybe The King and I.