Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm going to take out them bad teeth.
You're a saint.
Sheldon!
What's in that stuff?
Your friendly credit dentist.
Oh, no, no, no.
It is.
He pays $5,000 a month just for these offices.
Oh, will you relax?
Sheldon!
Watch your mouth, kid.
Your Uncle Jed.
Get a free kitten with every haircut and a puppy if you... He knows all that, Ellie.
Oh, you whipped me for that one joke.
But what if one of them Sazian buses full of tourists comes by here?
No wonder she's an old maid.
Oh, howdy, Mr. Drysdale.
A real professional dentist chair.
Come on in, Mr. Drydale.
Not after Granny bobs his tongue!
Oh, just fine, Pop.
I'd like that in writing.
It's good to have an honest partner.
That nut owes me $5,000 in rent, and I
Just pack up your stable, your stooges, your stuff, and scram.
Oh, Mr. Drysdale, you know, I was all wrong about you.
Well, then I'll polish them for you.
Are you kidding?
What's he having done?
I want it painless in there, but it makes it too long.