Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, she called that smart-alecky-college-boy-critter-doctor to come over here.
Mine's Ellen McClampy.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
Simmer down, Granny.
The critter doctor's out there.
It is, ain't it, kid?
No!
I'll be as charming as my years will allow.
You'd be surprised how many beautiful Beverly Hills mansions have ants.
Don't get wild, Granny.
Have a good time, but don't stay out too late.
Flies.
Cat fur to make kitten breeches, do as I tell you.
Talk downstairs, Granny.
Okay, Pop.
This is all we got.
We hadn't ought to let that critter doctor court Ellie Mae.
Granny, that little bobcat's just getting along dandy with all my other critters.
No.
You know who I mean.
He's still a little wild.
I don't know whether it's your talk or this stove, but I'm commencing to warm up to you.
Now, Granny.
You seen anything of old Duke?
College boy, huh?
We'll have supper in a bit.
Out before I throw you out.
Oh, yes, ma'am.
What comes in the special dish?