Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

l don't know. They won't answer.
Vacation, sir? Well, you're very kind, sir...
Have l decided where l'm going on my vacation, sir?
Arnie, do you still cut Myrt in half with the band saw?
l can't thank you enough.
This is some kind of wartime code, isn't it?
Oh, well, l'll say.
-lt's wartime, all right. -Marilla?
He's up for a promotion.
Maybe l did get a little carried away, but l've never had a 24-course meal.
Andromeda lnlet?
Of course not, master. l promised that l would not.
l don't know what to say.
Look, you two sure got here in a hurry. You must've had that magic carpet...
You're doing fine, Captain Healey, just fine.
You better get on it. The plane l won't be on...
Good night.
We're not in China.
Here's one. My favourite trick. Ladies and gentlemen, '' Magic Factory.''
That's why he's gonna be furious.
Tomorrow l'll have her do a cheese sandwich.
Hold it!
Roger!
She was a genie when l left Baghdad 2000 years ago.
-Wait in the car. -Good night, all.
Boy, we've really landed in a den of kooks.
Don't ask me how to fly a space capsule...
Give her the old ''one, two, three.''
Oh, hello, Dr. Bellows.
-You're not genies, then? -Are you kidding, sweetie?
Excuse me.
And would you believe it, my watch looked just like this...
One genie in Cocoa Beach is quite enough.
Tony, Tony. What were you doing in the bottle?
Some machine in Washington decides who's right for the job.
-Marilla? My own genie? -No. No, Roger, no.
l don't even let her help me.
Boy, oh, boy, am l glad to see you two.