Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So long, Cogswell.

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

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

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

Which means dressing to your new position.

Against safety regulations.

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

Just one, boss.

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

Right after you sign this agreement.

Oh, never, Mr. Spacely.

- AwfuI? - For Cogswell.

But I don't need another building.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's the end of Cogswell.

Wait till you hear the good news!

I knew you'd be pleased.

Get your building off my property!

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

Well, that's different, my boy.

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

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

Jetson. You're responsible for this.

...that's my building here.

Now, where were we? Oh, yes.

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