Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Coach O'Brien has picked a real old-timer.
Oh, dear. I wish George could see at least part of this game.
What now? I'm late already.
He never stopped crying long enough to tell us.
Oh, that Coach O'Brien is a sneaky one.
Cosmo, I've been thinking about that poor man.
jane...i mean jill... stop this crazy thing!
Coach O'Brien is about to pick his starting players.
You press the dish disposaI button.
The ball is snapped back. Swatchahowiz is fading back.
Now, what do I have left to do today?
...are easy on the pockets.
Cosmo, I've misjudged you.
Some pygmies from Africa may show up and wanna dip their spears in it.
That George will never put a foot in this house again. Never.
Help, Jane!
He's out somewhere.
...the bargain sprocket that's easy on the pocket.
How is he now, Cosmo?
And me without a spare pellet. Oh, I hope the safety chute works.
You're a big help, Judy. I'll straighten the bedroom.
Well, good thinking, Jetson.
- Will that be cash or credit, sir? - Just charge it to my Driver's Club card.
Here's a nickeI. Don't tell Mom you've seen me.
Oh, poor George. He must be so busy.
Look at the size of those guys.
- Mink? - Mink?
Go, go, Brimlovich!
I'll only stay a second.
And the Marauders are thrown for a loss.
And you'd better hurry too. You'll be late for work.