Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why bother? What's done is done. It's no use crying over spilt milk.
That does it!
- Out of one man's army... - Right into one woman's army.
It goes into effect as soon as Mr. Flintstone...
With the look of eagles in your eyes, sir...
They're all lined up in our honor.
When I cut this rope...
I'm going to enter that contest, and I bet I'll beat you.
And don't give me any bushwah about regulations.
You know what this means, Barney? We're famous.
My friend would like to get in this thing, too.
You're over the hill athletically.
You mean we'll be out of the Army?
What's all that fine chipping on the bottom?
- Yeah, this is it. - We're all set, Barney.
But General, sir, I asked the fellows casually, you know...
How are we doing?
Now, where could I get two guys naive enough to volunteer?
Pretty swell of the sergeant to tip us off about the secret mission.
Say, Wilma, I'm not sure of that number on Main Street.
Let's head for home and some home cooking.
Yeah, already the spaceship is getting kaput.
Are you kidding? My wife wouldn't stand for it.
the first one-star general ever to go into orbit.
Step right up, fellows. We'll GI you right now.
We both want O-U-T-T: Out!
They will not. I'll miss you.
That should be easy. We don't know anything about it.
We're all ready, General.
It sounded like you said...
We will see how many rpm you could take.