Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Beats me. I can't talk Indian.
Ggghyhh
Troop 54 wouldn't let us down. Over here, men. Over here.
Orbit, you forgot to take your vitamins.
Shuttle to moon now loading. Passengers, please go aboard.
- We are strong, we are brave - In 10 years, we'll even shave
- Hello there. - Who's that?
Jane, his wife
We're going to the moon together. Won't that be funsies?
It was on there when I handed you the shirt.
- At least they could have left the map. - Here's another note.
You realize, Mrs. Jetson, that if George and my little Arthur are never found...
- Tourists! - Boy, are we glad to see you.
- And there's no oxygen on the moon. - All right. Then what'll we do?
Well, that's what you tie around a first-aid victim's neck.
Funny you should mention the moon, Big Buddy...
Daughter, Judy
You gotta be calm when you talk to the boss about that vacation.
- We're already packed for the vacation. - Already packed?
Up-two-three-four, two-three-four.
Why do hikes always have to start so early in the morning?
I'll prove statistically how overworked I am.
- Somebody call me? - Arthur!
When he finishes telling the boss how I goofed, I'll probably lose my job.
No, it's not that, Elroy. A good Scout is self-sufficient.
- That's a pretty old joke. - Being lost is no joke, and I'm cold.
Thirty-four times the speed of sound. If you have any questions, ask them now.
The Moon Rangers gave me this medaI for saving Mr. Jetson.
"Half-acre moon craters out of the smog zone. "
..."Slow To 30,000 Miles. " Hey, look at that, Pop!