Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I tried to tell you, Fred, but you wouldn't let me.
No, that I won't do.
So much for the basic steps, Barney-boy. Now let's try some fancy stuff.
Yeah, that's it, the firemen.
Barney-boy, we're all signed up.
Relaxing nothing. It's terrifying.
I'll fix an extra special dinner for Barney before I spring the news on him.
Honest, Wilma, this is what happened.
...the most ingenious idea I ever heard.
Barney joined, too.
I guess men are just boys that never grow up.
got to do with our dancing lessons?
Betty, did you see that?
Come on, Dino, your daddy's home.
It's not a step, it's my sacroiliac.
and never snitch on our brother firefighters?
is watching a ball game on TV while I feed you sandwiches.
Believe me, I'm in no laughing mood.
- I got my reasons. - Fred.
There are four of them.
- We'll have to take that chance. - But, Fred...
- Let's do it right. - Yeah, okay, Fred.
Since when is a fire a secret?
You mean you joined the Volunteer Fire Department...
Two charming young ladies.
Well, I never met a girl yet that wasn't an education.
- How are you doing, Barney-boy? - Great, Fred. Nothing to it.
but he came down with the measles or something, so she sent me her tickets.
Gussie Gravelpit?
Fred, I'm back.
And how, if I might ask, does Rocky know...