Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, sir, sir!
And how high is Cogswell's building?
There, there, there, my boy.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Boy, you meet all kinds on this job.
Mr. Spacely, I wasn't through yet.
And it's right here, in this here blueprint.
I've got an ironclad contract, which guarantees me a job.
That old ticket taker!
Steady!
No building over 2200 feet allowed.
I think a reasonable adjustment is in order, but after all...
Yes? Yes? What is it, Miss Sunspot?
Jane, his wife
Nobody could sleep through this racket. Not even Jetson.
Yippee!
...My Space Lady.
Okay, okay. Now tell me.
Well, in that case, move it!
Now we'll find out who our neighbors are.
- Are you sure? - Here. See for yourself.
What trick could he be up to?
Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
...move it!
- Never! - Better sign!
Someone bought that empty lot next door.
This is one time I thought of everything.
At this hour?
In other words, you put your amusement ahead of your job?
TRUMP.....
You blithering fooI!
See if we can put up a 10-story fence...