Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- AwfuI? - For Cogswell.

Oh, Harlan, my boy, get Spacely on the visaphone.

- But... - That's a funny way to resign, Jetson.

- Jetson! - What? What? Oh, hi, boss.

I wonder who's putting up that building next door.

It's the end of Cogswell.

Now, where were we? Oh, yes.

Just one, boss.

Now, don't think this makes any difference to me, Spacely.

And all you can say is, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. "

How come you're wearing space shoes in the house? You know better.

...that's my building here.

- Ashtray. - Ashtray? Well, sure, Spacely, old paI.

But I don't need another building.

This is what I'm wearing to My Space Lady tonight, George. Like it?

Well, that's different, my boy.

Well, why can't they just cut off 6 inches?

Jetson, we've got to keep Cogswell from snooping on us.

Jetson. You're responsible for this.

I'll get a job as a bubblehop at a space burger fly-in.

Get your building off my property!

So long, Cogswell.

Which means dressing to your new position.

Boy! I think I'll have one of these massagers put in my office.

I knew you'd be pleased.

Against safety regulations.

...I might as well get the feeI of it.

Well, I'll say this for the builder, he's getting the job done fast.

Right after you sign this agreement.

Oh, never, Mr. Spacely.

Wait till you hear the good news!