Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Yes, sir. - How did you do it, Janey?
Good evening, Mr. J.
Doggone it, Mac!
Yes, Mrs. Lightyear.
Now, watch. Say, Mac, I left my tooI kit outside.
- There. Comfy? - Naturally.
- There, you see? - My goodness, Elroy. You're a darling.
Love. *beep beep*
Evening, Mr. Jetson.
I had such high hopes for you, boy...
Bring it down here, will you, Mac?
Rosey!
Yes, Mrs. Jetson.
- I have to learn to walk on my hands. - She's simply impossible, George.
No, no, no, Mac. Polish them good.
At least, what she used to say.
Right, Rosey?
He came up here to fix the plumbing.
Never. I like the way I am now.
I am Rosey.
- What is it, doctor? - Mechanically, she's as sound as a bell.
I'm prescribing a little reactor fluid.
You ought to know enough to stay in the pedestrian lanes.
What's Jane worried about? Rosey's okay. It's me.
- A dishwasher attachment. - You got to admit one thing, ma'am.
- Hear that? - But doctor, something's wrong with Rosey.
- What's wrong with you? - Need rewiring.
...you just can't go around messing up the tenants' apartments.
Yes, Booster.