Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You sure you want a double date with me tonight, Roy?
Some clown is peddling patent medicines in front of the bank, and I want to make a complaint.
Big Mama, you was feeling fine just a minute ago.
Oh, my darling Ellie Mae, they have taken you away, and I'll never see my darling anymore.
I pioneered in preventive medicine.
Yeah, of course, if you call me Milburn.
She figures she'll have them if we can just get an endorsement from somebody like Bull Montana.
Goes like this, Ellie.
Ill Billy, that is.
Y'all come back now, hear?
No, no, please.
They grabbed a couple of dope peddlers.
She's such a dear, sweet little old lady.
Oh, Granny said take care of yourself.
Yours for the taking.
I don't care what it cost.
Besides, many a business deal has been made on her death.
Now just because you and Myrtle used to lock horns,
Oh, Mr. Drysdale, the bank's been a-calling you.
Why?
Everybody, Cousin Roy just turned in a driveway.
Right here on the street?
Uh, Miss Hathaway,
Set a spell.
How about you, brother?
He's a fine man, and right handsome.
Who wants to be saved?
The only known protection against Siberian scurvy.
Well, I'll come out anyway.
Well, I don't know.
That won't be long.
Put on a medicine show.
That's a Coot Cobbler.
All right.
Roy's talking to his mama back home.
Granny, we never had no Siberian scurvy.
The pretty little apple cheek girl you used to know is just a wasted shell.
In Beverly Hills?