Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Has perked near four feet of limb left.

I didn't even cut no mustard when I told her that I was putting her brain surgery.

I'm only here so my husband will listen to me.

See what I picked?

Your wife has a very definite psychoneurotic anxiety syndrome stemming from her conflict with your next door neighbors.

Gotta get down to the hospital.

Oh, really, Margaret?

You chased me all the way from Miss Drysdale!

Who'd have thought they'd take it out on poor, sick Miss Drysdale?

And it ate your hat?

It ain't fittin' for no doctor to climb down a fire escape.

Hey, Uncle Jed!

Best batch I ever made.

When I said that we'd come see Miss Drysdale, this woman said, uh, Miss Drysdale ain't having no visitors.

I know, but it takes some doing to get to Mrs. Drysdale's room.

You see, they'd insisted on driving me to the bank, and Ellie thrust this baby goat in my arms.

My husband doesn't believe me, but I think it's a bear.

These is for the maid.

And the next thing I remember, I was flying through the air.

I'm bound and determined we're gonna start off the New Year being friends with...

All right, but I ain't gonna kiss her.

but she is in a state of great emotional distress.

You pushed your call button, Mrs. Drysdale?

Who's the doctor around here, you or me?

Wake her up, Ellie, so I can give her my medicine.

Wait until you get the bill for the specialist who is flying out from New York.