Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You couldn't get me in that hospital for no amount of money.
Oh, Miss Hathaway, I've just located the nurse who was on duty at the time when Mrs. Rye's death disappeared.
Releasing him?
She vanished from her hospital room and her mattress with her.
Well, just what did she do for Mrs. Drysdale?
Miss Hathaway, come to the cashier's office with me.
Yeah.
The Beverly Hillbilly.
The truck is up.
Isn't it a cheerful design?
She's the one I'm studying doctrine from.
Rest easy, Miss Drysdale.
Yeah, I'll put it on the truck and wait for you out front.
Now, I want my money back.
Ma'am, take good care of her.
I.
Oh, howdy, Miss Jane.
Well, congratulations.
Yes?
Well, that stuff made our tranquilizers look like, like pep pills.
Well, she's out back.
Could happen, Chester.
I'm going out the front door like a brain surgeon had ought to.
Your nerves are on edge, isn't it?
Swimming poos, movie stars.
Ahh!
Let's get these contraptions back to the hospital.
Where are you studying medicine?
Don't worry.
How did I get out of the hospital?
Speaking of that mattress, Jethro, I reckon we ought to take it back to the hospital.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Granny!
Can we discuss this in my office?
Dr. Sanders is taking her back to the hospital.