Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now we don't have to bother Dr. Martin at all.
Jed, I've been thinking.
Best get to it.
Of course not.
We know that.
Beverly Hills bug doctor.
She ain't?
Do you know what kind of a doctor you are?
Baby, you're what I need.
Now, hold on, Ellie.
It's bad enough that I have to be sewing clothes for a monkey, or washing bed linen after a hound dog, but I'll be switched if I'm going around spraying perfume on flies and mosquitoes and giving parties for moths.
It's fine.
I've doctored this family, man and beast, for 50 years.
Please don't take them back.
He does, that crazy bug doctor.
Crawling under the house ain't so easy anymore at my age.
He ain't showed up for his riddle.
That's a wonderful idea.
Well, you'll find out.
I thought I told you to get out of the house.
You're right, Jed.
What's that kind of talking?
I'm very anxious to meet both of them.
Not bad.
Why not?
I reckon that's why he didn't show up for his riddle.
They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.
How do you do if I may have a few moments of your time?
Just send my poor, old, weary bones back home.