Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look, Castro, there's a victim, laying on the sidewalk.

When did Mama give you her recipe?

Now run along and put it on.

There's a crowd down there.

I'll set up your medicine stand, Granny.

Just like a poison rat trying to get to water.

Okay, Milburn, here's the scoop.

Ellie, show Roy that phone out in the front hall.

Nice looking man, is he?

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Looking real spry, too.

Tolerable, Jed.

I ain't that good-looking.

Ellie, honey, why don't you fetch Roy in and meet Mr. Drysdale?

Now, why don't you come out and we'll have a business conference?

Folks, who's the next to be saved?

Will we make the Hollywood scene, Melby?

Doctors don't care for money.

Good thing that girl is so pretty.

Fiddles like these are cooking.

Well, indeed I am.

Granny, remember how he used to sit on the back porch and play his guitar and make up songs about Ellie?

Tell me, Roy, do you still play the guitar?

That sort of beauty is only skin deep.

You ain't exactly a skeleton, Granny.