Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...like a chauffeur-driven limousine?
I can see you as the mad scientist...
Yes, dear.
Hey, look. Spaceboy's about to push the button.
...to turn off those antigravity belts in the house?
The agencies demand a new show.
Jealous? Me, jealous of Elroy?
- Elroy, come in. - Yes, Mom?
Yak, yak, yak...
Spaceboy, zoom...
Let's see now. "Secretary. " "Barber. "
Yes, sir.
Calling Elroy Jetson.
- None of these scripts are any good. - What'll we do, boss?
We'll go over to location on the studio bus with the rest of the cast.
He and his son have agreed to take over the series.
Thank you, Mr. Spacely. I didn't know how to tell you I was quitting.
Wait, Jetson. George. Georgie.
Let's see, now.
Oh, I'm sorry. Astro ripped your pants.