Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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