Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here's your free puppy.

How about one of them windows that fronts on Wilshire Boulevard for a display?

How soon can we move in?

Yes, Granny, I just put it up.

How about a picture of Gabby Hayes with a sign saying gums by Granny?

She must have used chloroform.

Always glad to be helpful.

Your teeth ain't nothing but shells.

I'll cover your new set of soles and heels.

Can't you see I got an office full of people?

To victimize poor, weak, defenseless, frightened people.

Well, how about the old folks' home?

He's as disturbed as he can get.

I've always wanted a pet, but I never thought I could afford one.

I've picked out another office for my operating room.

Eastside will have to come down!

Oh, mostly turpentine, ginger, with a lye base.

Oh, teeth... Gold stones, x-ray pictures, and some of Jed's wood carvings.

You don't think I'm going to take a rap for this?

Of course, when business picks up, we'll have to spread out a mile.

Well, it'll be the headquarters for your enterprises.

Sure you don't want a little bob job on that tongue?

You'll get hair all over my new Edwardian outfit.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move!

Of course, I'm held back with medical ethics, but you're clever at getting around them.

Granny says doctors ain't allowed to advertise, so, uh, we'd appreciate a little word of mouth.

Well, you will have.

Mr. Show Business promised to double my salary.

Gang, tell her what they call me now.