Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Being green, there is no cure for the common cold.

Howdy, Miss Jane.

Boy's right, Granny.

Folks are sitting around Clyburn's office suffering.

Oh, Dr. Clyburn, I'm from HenCal Pharmaceuticals.

Please, Granny, let's go home and have some vittles.

She means no vacancy.

It turns out that the doctor he was going to see wasn't you.

Well, how did your examination go, Ellie?

Now, just a minute.

And why did you have me come over here?

Well, I thought everybody knew.

This is doctor business.

There's a sign downstairs that says the penthouse is for rent.

Doctor's examination?

She can't practice medicine without patients.

You too, Mr. Drysdale, Mr. Yang.

Say, I think this fella's got an alien gizzard.

Can we go back in your office?

Turn your truck around.

You haven't done one thing that I couldn't have done myself.

I'm afraid I have to hurry right back to the office.

And a shark's tooth necklace.

Come to apologize, did you?

The way you were coughing and sneezing around my other patients, you were a menace to public health.

Well, they can alleviate the symptoms, but no one has a cure.

I've told you before, there is no cure for the common cold.

Where are you going?

You know, we have to take a pledge to end suffering wherever we find it.