Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wonder what brought that on.
Yes, of course.
I'm right proud of you.
What a shame you had to fly out from New York.
Oh, don't bother, Uncle Jed.
So am I, Margaret.
Something tells me Granny didn't make it.
Nothing wrong, I hope?
Looks like a bottle of the might green.
I done decided to be a brain surgeon.
Miss Drysdale, you sleep?
But that's cruel.
It appears like she's sleeping too good to tonic.
Get through, get through.
The goat was driving down Wilshire Boulevard?
Good, good.
And you ain't likely to find one of them in the hospital.