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Chief, practicing medicine without a license is a criminal offense, and if you brought her in office... Oh, relax, relax.

It was wrote up in the Razorback Hog Breeders' Gazette.

Any patients waiting to see me?

Okay, Granny, I'll see you later.

This has been a Filmways presentation.

Oh, Mr. Drysdale, I left your coat here on the truck, but you come up to my office later.

Oh, Granny couldn't find nothing wrong with me.

Kind of chokes you up, don't it?

Are you sure you wouldn't like to take my turn?

I come up with a cold cure 45 years ago.

You sure there's nothing hurting you?

Mr. Drysdale is ailing?

Corn squeezins!

I've got something that'll ease your pain.

You certainly got me in here in a hurry.

It's gonna be a lesson in folks forgetting their own feelings for the good of mankind.

Well, I ain't gonna sit here laughing.

Well, it could cost him his livelihood, break his spirit in the bargain.

I'll go take a look.

Catch him, Lunspout.

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

Well, that's fine.

But Granny, I'm already two snacks behind schedule and I'm starving.

Well, Granny has.

He can't even grow hair!

Ray's going down to Dr. Clyburn's office.

Here it is, Granny.

Granny, I apologize.

It's a high calling, Jed, the art of healing.

But the greatest research scientists and doctors in the world have been working on this problem.

If I'm gonna show up that Clyburn, I gotta have me a office in town.

Any emergencies?

He's gonna cure his cold.