Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm striking you at your one sensitive spot.
Good idea.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.
Dr. Stuyvesant, Mrs. Drysdale is calling for you.
I'll see if I can cheerful it up in here for when she wakes up.
She's in the hospital for something else.
No, Johnny, you'll have to eat outside.
Kind of dumb, huh?
I know, but you mustn't even try.
Well maybe you better tell me more about it.
Dogbane!
Let's move her bed up alongside the window again, Jethro, so she'll have something cheerful to look at when she wakes up.
Didn't you pick them from his dry deal?
It was so humiliating.
Wake her up, Ellie.
The way that woman downstairs mean-mouthed us was ungrateful, and me and Dr. Coop.
How about the bat wings and the spider legs?
Granny didn't wallop her.
Look, he should stay up sleeping.
If she gets out after this, she really has got a magic mattress.
Sassafras bark.
You've been saying is how we got to start the new year friends with Mrs. Drysdale.
The hillbillies are here.
I best put it back in the crock and let it work some more.
That's it.
What kind of a hospital are you running here?
We can get in this way, Uncle Jett.
But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
While you women folks is doing what you have to, Jethro and I will take a ride over to the hospital and talk to Mrs. Drysdale.
I will.
Don't you sash me, I'm a doctor!
Hey!
Said, California's the place you ought to be.