Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fritter, shmitter, we're walking out right now.
- What is it, Wilma? A riot? - No, worse. A convention.
- Catcher's mitt? - Check.
What are you all standing around for?
No, Dino, you can't go out till your daddy gets here.
All the best ones are gone.
Roger.
Wilma is right, Fred, let's just relax for a while.
You'd think one of them, just one of them, would write.
And we obey, Your Highness.
- After him, girls, he's out in the lobby. - Let's lynch him.
You two sports are going to take us to a nice hotel...
My whole staff walks out on me.
- Any mail today, honey? - The usual, Fred. More bills and more ads.
Come on, Barney, let's get out of here.
- Bowling balls? - Check.
Members of the Women's Auxiliary...
- What a mob. - Barney!
- And so did the maids. - And the bellboy.
while I order up a little lunch for you.
I was never so humiliated in my life.
How's the old married man?
but I guess we have nothing to lose.
I told you, because he's a sweet, generous, lovable guy.
- Barney, how about going fishing? - Okay, good idea, Fred...
Goodbye, Fred. See you all this weekend.
No, Dino, hold it, boy.
Who is Gus Gravel?
Now, I'll take your stuff up to your rooms.
Fred, can't you stay put for five minutes?