Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, if it isn't the ex-king of sprockets.
I'll give you 5000.
And stay out!
Don't "hi, boss" me. Why don't you just move a bed in here.
Now, don't you worry, dear.
And you woke me up out of a sound sleep to tell me that?
50,000?
Cogswell Cogs?
Out! Out! Out!
- Tell her what? - That you're letting us have your tickets.
22,500?
George. Is anything wrong?
You win. I'll buy it.
And I'll help out too, Pop. I'll deliver-tate papers.
75,000?
He's losing his.
But it's over.
My salary will be raised. I'll be promoted.
Right. The building has to come down.
What a slave driver.
Oh, I'm sorry, Astro.
It's all here, Cogswell, in black and white.
Now get out before I lose my temper!
That's my building!
You always walk on your knees, Cogswell?
No wonder his building is so close.
Well, on paper, but if, if, if...