Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Has he been doctoring longer than me?
Now you tell him that Dr. Granny is here to give him a cold cure.
I'm going down to that Clyburn's office and I'm going to show him up.
You poor man.
A cold cure?
I'll be right with you.
Secret ingredient at 4.
Oh, I have no complaint.
Rattlesnake weed.
I mean a shot for my cold, like penicillin.
Oh, just awful, Miss Jane.
Hold on, boy.
That's your problem.
Hey, Mae, maybe Mr. Drysdale's got an empty office.
I'm going in the kitchen and end mine.
Take that.
In the meantime, we will have collected the first and last month's rent.
You mean to tell me that city doctors ain't got no cure for a cold?
Let's go home and eat.
Put that on and come back tomorrow.
Yes.
Let this be a lesson to you.
He mean mouth me, call me a witch doctor.
No.
Aw, come on.
Has the hospital called?