Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, I'm singing rock 'n' roll. Of course it hurts!
It was.
- No. - Oh, Rose.
Death. I didn't really think I'd die.
Blanche, would you call, please? The number's by my bed - Dr. Harris.
- Oh, oh, oh, oh. - Did that hurt?
The doctor comes, he says you're fine,
...and he told me to dress him.
- Ma, look... - Dorothy, you were always my favorite.
Don't interrupt. Don't let your Aunt Renata come to the services.
- Ma, I love you. - You know what, Dorothy?
- We can drive her. - That's right.
Before you know it, I could be gone,
- Ma, lie down. Just lie down. - What if I'm having a heart attack?
- Later, Ma. - Now, breathe normally.
No. What, Rose, a highway patrolman?
Oh, death.
Because their mothers are.
You're telling me. I thought I was a goner.
- She's something. - A real pistol.
- I didn't think this would happen. - What?
Isn't it a little rude for him to be eating while she's having a heart attack?
- What, Ma? What? - Pain.
Please! What favorite? Are you kidding?
Oh, and the Milk Duds, remember? You had those two boxes of Milk Duds.
The surprise is, you think it's pie, like apple,