Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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Mother! I was just going to call you.
I may be homely, buster, but I'm S-M-A-R-T. Smart.
...on 3-D TV at half past 7 00 hours...
...if I was onIy 32-22-32 again.
-No, I have it. -That's your bathing suit?
Oh, now, come on. Let's be realistic.
It's the new ''instant stretch'' modeI, Mom.
Rosey is our new robot maid, George.
...at a better salary and a more reasonable hour. On time.
-Like what? -Oh, like hash, meatloaf...
-...I ever got clobbered with. -Yes, sir!
No, Jetson, don't move.
Oh, glad to have you aboard, Rosey!
I need to step away from the device. I'm getting Jane Jetson finger!
...you couId punch out a breakfast like Mother used to make.
Oh, boy, can Rosey play basketball!
Thanks, but no.
-Where are the leftovers? -In the kitchen.
You're on your own.
Madam, you can't expect to get our maids without references.
Meet those Spacetons
No. Absolutely, surely, importantly... No. Absolutely, surely, importantly...
-It's my wife, sir. She thinks-- -Does your wife cook, Jetson?
-Hello, cherie. Hello. -This is Blanche Carte.
Oh, some free home demonstration.
...but if he onIy knew how I hate washing, ironing, vacuuming.
Maid! How can you afford a maid on what I'm overpaying you?
That's right, Mom. We're studying the Siberian saIt mines.
But what can you expect from wiring as oId as mine?