Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Waltzes. Phooey. I'm a progressive jazz cat myself.
They're at Arthur Quarry's Dance School.
I'll see you at 7:30.
I've gone along with it for a long time because I know it's expensive to go out...
this is Miss Pitchblend, who will be your partner.
- I like it. - Me, too.
- We do. - Congratulations, men.
Wait till Betty hears this.
They're up to something. But what?
Right. And the tickets cost $100 a piece.
Graceful, sinuous, smooth.
Yeah, okay, Fred. We'll stop by on the way home.
and tell them what a bunch of phony fire-eaters you are.
Who hasn't. It's the swankiest affair of the year.
Five, four, three, two...
Yeah, like this one.
Get a load of this. Pretty nifty?
Come on, Fred. What reason could you possibly have for not going?
Thanks. Probably another bill.
But will you say that last part again, slowly?
Yeah, that Joe Rockhead's a smart one.
You'd think you were going somewhere.
Now what kind of a step is that?
That's a good idea.