Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll be doggone!
Now, Granny, Dr. Martin ain't no smart-alecky-college... Don't back-talk me, girl!
That's what you are.
I ain't got none now, and that's the way it's gonna be.
I don't want Ellie Mae marrying up with that Beverly Hills bug nut.
You're my date.
A hound dog with his own bedroom.
Did I understand Ellie May to call you Granny?
Don't be so shy.
Anyway, if he ain't, we'll ask him to stay for supper.
Speak for yourself.
Honey, if you weren't such a doll, I'd clear out of this...bug house.
I've tonic'd everything from cats to cousins and never a complaint.
Yes, ma'am, Granny.
You know, I like you a lot.
Hey mister, if you want to wrestle with Ellie Mae, you ought to get a better hold on her than that.
For everybody.
In you go.
She's got everything.
Oh, really?
Set a spell.
Owl soup?
Let's have a word with him.
But you must be related, because you have all of Ellie Mae's wonderful features.
Call my friend the Critter Doctor over to the zoo.
Madam, you are just the person I wanted to...
Look at how frisky old Duke is now.
Now get back up to bed and act sick.