Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Who am I?
She understands me, but she wouldn't understand you!
Okay, Fred, you beat it. I'll sidetrack them.
Watch this, Wilma, the hand is quicker than the eye.
Now, let me see. How does it work?
Freddie, for goodness' sake!
Nine Hundred And All Em Ninety Nine Thousand Nine Hundred Ninety
I can't stop bouncing.
For your information, Mr. Rockstone loaned me this equipment...
- These kids wouldn't like that old stuff. - Sing it for me, Fred.
There's nothing wrong with me.
Come on, Wilma, open this door!
Yeah, strictly from prehistoric.
When those saints go marchin'in
Good. It's dangerous, real dangerous.
- Did Wilma and Betty see those two girls? - No, they don't know a thing.
There ought to be one of these little boxes in every home.
- Those cats are pretty cool. - Yeah, I dig it, man.
Fred, stop it! Fred, stop it!
That voice! Sounds familiar, doesn't it, Betty?
Now, we open the door.
who's gonna belt one out for us.
Freddie Mercury
Let's get out of here.
Do me a favor, Barney.
Betty, she's out of the scene. She don't make it, like.
Oh, boy.
Oh, no? Watch.
Wilma won't let me sing in the house.
- Crack jokes? - No, but I'll think of something.
That could give us an evening out, and they'd never know about it.
Attaboy, Fred. Now you got the hang of it.