Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Granny's liable to be a mite peevish.
Looks like Bonnie Parker or is it Clyde?
There's a Mrs. Myrtle Halsey calling you long distance.
Get up here, little man, and tell the folks how this saved you when you was laying in death's door.
Here comes a walking testimonial.
My vittles will flesh out!
If heaven smelled like that, wouldn't be no sinners.
Yes, Mama let me drive her delivery car.
Just tolerable.
What do we charge for it?
Mud Hen?
That's how Roy done it.
Now you start packing now.
Are you talking about her tonic?
Oh, fine, boy.
Can't you do something a little more cheerful?
Poor devil.
You tell her if she brings her tonic out here.
Let's see it, Roy.
Dr. Daisy's death defier fetched him back from the brink of the grave.
Yeah, yeah, sure he does.
She's gone out of business, hasn't she?
No, they went into town to peddle Granny's death-defying antidote.
Oh, yes, sir, Cousin Jethro.