Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, Clyburn, wait until the papers get hold of this.
That's right.
But, but, she... Never mind, Miss Jean.
Examination room C.
Positively, if you follow directions.
Good idea.
No.
No!
I smell it too.
The Beverly Hillbillies.
Of course I did.
Mr. Drydale must be inside with the doctor.
Fine.
Mr. Drysdale!
I just grow it.
Then she ought to wear a bomb through her head.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.
Watch it, Granny, and old Dr. Clyburn Tangle is going to be putting her as much fun as eating.
What's bothering you?
Any appointments?
The gran knows exactly what she wants.
But if... By tonight, Granny will be ready to forget the whole thing and go home.
You may go in now.
This apple of day stuff is just talk.
You sit down.
That's right.
Does it hurt you when I poke you?
Come on, Jethro, get a move on.
What about my case?
Now I can eat.
You're out of the kitchen.
So, we'll tell the switchboard operator not to ring, and the elevator operator not to take anyone up.
Your cold cure really works.