Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, there is no known cure for the carbon cold.
By the way, what are the directions?
You see, youngin', Granny and Dr. Clyburn is working together already.
Oh, just take a seat, Miss Jane.
We've been to six medical buildings and not one of them has had a vacancy.
I warned you, Miss Hathaway.
Well, I'll tell you what.
I got some stuff in the sterilizer.
Set a spell.
What about you, Uncle Jeth?
Ain't none higher.
But I have this new combiotic.
Yep.
I think I'm going to be sick.
Kid, I can't find Mr. Drysdale.
Tomorrow's too late.
highfalutin society sawbones.
I'm gonna take them on big!
I am a busy one.
Hey, Uncle Jed, if there ain't gonna be no scrap, can Ellie and me go get something to eat?
That's the spirit.
She really has an effective cure?
I didn't.
Oh, hi, Miss Jane.
Us older and wiser doctors should be helping the youngins.
And we're proud of you.
Why, the way that rascal mean-mouthed Granny, she's going to turn him every way but loose.
You see, Mr. Drysdale isn't feeling well.
Otherwise, we'd be proud to have you.
She's been making it as long as I can remember.
Oh, hi, Dr. Clyburn.
Well, thank you, Jethro, but I just came by to have some paper signed.
What kind of a doctor are you?