Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I want you to find an old friend of mine, a Mr. Shakey Finch.

Boom-boo-boom, pow! Pow! Pow!

3,000 carefree, madcap miles to California.

(? Ray Stevens: Just For The Hell Of It)

While you're drinking, that truck to the left.

(Tires screech)

Sorry. I don't want fruit in my drink.

Shakey. My God, it is you. Hello, Shakey!

Doesn't matter. You look terrific without it.

(Tires screech)

(Pamela hums tune)

Terrific. We're out of beer, Victor.

- Goodbye. - (Engine approaches)

I guess you must have misconstrued my remark

What does Dr. Gay do?

- Watch. Watch. - (Whimpers)

Somebody's hat.

- Eight hours! - Damn! I... I gotta go to the john!

- Hit it? - Hit it?

Golf course, bar. Where else? Hospital!

- Will you go faster? Come on! - I'm trying!

Almost everything I wear is pink.

Just think, we have a professional physician on board

We're gonna blow this Cannonball thing wide open

I'll take these bleeds here...

In the pizza business, when things are slow, you tend to eat the inventory.

They got vets for that. We got other things to worry about.

Hello, Mother. I trust you had a pleasant day.

There... There's a spot in... right in back, and it's a perfect spot to hide.

Second thought, Father, you want to bless him?

that we were both flashers and sex maniacs.

(Chan and Hui laugh)

Would you shut up a minute and listen to me?

- (Smashing) - Thank you, Victor.

I didn't have any friends like I do now.

- Doesn't fit in the ambulance. - I got the doc here, didn't I?

We'll talk about this later, huh?

(Chan reproaches)

You're gonna get a slap.

We're on our way to California.

Um... (Murmurs)

(Hui chats excitedly)

Let's get that first car up here. We're gonna get this thing under way.

What are you, some kind of nut? Who do you think you are?

I'm afraid this car is full of surprises.

Gosh! Wait till I tell my friends

I've always wanted to be... Captain USA!

- Yeah. And those priests... - Weren't fathers.

Can be such a bore, talking to those chaps.

For this I'm going broke, paying that Beverly Hills analyst?

Hold still, Petey. Say cheese.

- (Thud) - (Spring boings)

And, as for the winning vehicle, well, we'll just have to wait and see.

Hold on to your lunch pail.

We're racers, not rapists.

- Oh, it's about the doctor. - It's really important.

Then he ate his treadmill. Whoo!

Normally, I drive right around the speed limit.

I made up my mind right then, I was gonna go for it.

- Beautiful. Wonderful. - Great.

- (Man on speaker) 7-Eleven. How can I help? - Pumps one and two, hit 'em.

(Laughs uncontrollably)

Thank you asshole.

from sea to shining sea,

(All) Foyt. (Pamela)... Foyt.

Where's he gonna sit?

George Hamilton?

The board has asked me to express their concern one more time.

Those guys are more juiced up than that Ferrari.

I don't know, but whatever it was, it was doing 125.

(Man on radio) Little silver four-wheeler that just flew past, with the good-lookin' seat cover.

and heir to the Goldfarb Girdles fortune.

A lot of goodies for you guys and a Big Gulp Dr Pepper for me.

- Why? - Why what?

That's better than hiding it... That's better than hiding it out back.

- It'll keep! - It's really important.

- You understand that? The blimp! - (Cheering)