Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll give him a shot of my Tennessee truth tonic.

Hey, Miss Drysdale!

Don't forget, little Pilgrim.

I'll get the truth out of him.

You sure you can learn all that just hanging in the Arbutus?

Your daughter returns, Great Mother.

You can't hit a guru!

Oh, good yet, you do it to get to be a guru.

Of course it's expensive, dear, but I'm not gonna let mere money stand in the way of your spiritual growth.

Oh, well, what can I do for you?

Beautiful, my dear.

Born by the cosmic currents, we reach out to him.

Oh, that belongs to my Uncle Jed.

You use a hoe handle on a guru, and you'll be sorry!

Well, I ain't your daughter.

Oh, aye, that only.

Now, Granny, he's a guest in our house, and you ain't gonna stomp him.

There's just one little technicality before my institute can give you a guru license.

You're not afraid of cobras.

But my husband said that he would have his secretary arrange for my transportation.

We embrace him.