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And Granny ain't even put in her dried beetle's bat wings and her spider legs.

On your magic mattress?

It takes a first-class doctor to give that.

And now then, Mrs. Drysdale, let's get back to that beautiful, clampered castle with the chickens and the hawks.

Satisfell, take your shoes off.

Now, don't you worry.

You ought to have a heart.

Well, you said you didn't want me wearing them tight pants no more.

Now, I don't want to hear any more talk about leaving the hospital.

Now that's gonna make us friends with Mrs. Drysdale.

But I'm going to whop up my special nerve tonic and take it to her.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly... Hills, that is.

Unless the hillbillies did it.

Then we kiss some.

Now, Granny... You must all leave immediately.

So then we went to hugging, kissing.

All right, get a move on, everybody.