Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Show him the statement, Chief.
Ain't that sweet?
You don't want to stop a fight, you just want to get in on one.
It's real cute, Ellie, but you're showing more meat than a butcher's window.
I've got a cramp in my muscle.
Granny, I think you have solved a mystery that has baffled the medical world for years.
He's president of the Beverly Hills Jogging Club.
Now, now, stop worrying about me.
Oh, better make out my own statement.
I wonder why they've done that.
I ain't got no vampire bats.
No.
Black hat, black boots, black belt.
You need a doctor?
John Larroquette as McBride.
Granny, if you get any meeker, you're gonna break some bones.
This time I'm really going to beat you.
Oh, all right.
He's not allergic to Mr. Clampett.
Oh, he may want to start right away.
Oh, she'll cry when I install it.
With your freaky up and down blood pressure, you'll never get one.
Okay.
Granny here is a real doctor.
So this is my big chance to grab off that $30 million account.