Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- How do I look as a blonde, Wilma? - Real beat, man.
I'll bring it right back.
Your singing is different, Fred.
Very droll.
- Hear anything, Fred? - Not a sound.
I Want Number
Not good at all.
- They disappeared. - Gee, Fred, that's amazing.
- Now get that junk out of here. - Okay, Wilma.
Say, that's all right.
Annie Doesn't Live Here Any More...
Hot Lips Hannigan! Oh, boy, I like him.
Marchin'!
Do-re- mi-fa-so-la-ti-do
I'm supposed to meet Wilma at her dressmaker's shop.
Gentlemen, I now declare this meeting...
and these modern songs. They don't make sense.
The only thing you got up your sleeve is your arm.
I don't know about that. I'll have to ask Betty.
Frédi, elég!
We'll sneak out and hide in the bedroom.
Alakazam! Alakazoo!