Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, doctor. Just a moment.
That's not the point, Roger. We can't afford a miracle cure.
All right. l'll go find Dr. Bellows. You relax. l'll be right back.
Tony, l love you, but l'm not going to let you operate on me.
l just talked to Roger. He's feeling wonderful.
l'm gonna have a long talk with her, if l ever get my hands on her.
lf my suspicions are correct, for some unknown reason...
Don't be ridiculous, Roger.
'' Medical Board of Atlantis?''
l don't think you have time.
-l'm sorry to disturb you, sir. -That's all right.
l wouldn't let him play the violin for me.
What were you doing with that outfit on and that scalpel in your hand?
Oh don't worry, general.
No.
l'll have Captain Healey brought back to the operating room for you.
l received a telephone communication from a patient in London--
l'm glad you're here, Captain Nelson.
Would you give me one of those test tubes over there, honey?
-What's going on here? -l changed my mind, doctor.
Would you mind getting out of here now?
l'm Dr. Bellows, senior psychiatrist here at the base.
All right, men.
Because l don't have appendicitis.
When Dr. Bellows can't find me, he'll have no choice...
l casually mentioned that l'd always wanted to be a surgeon...
We're taking you to the operating room.
-Going somewhere? -Oh, yes, Dr...?
An astronaut who's afraid of a simple, little appendectomy.
Well, it's very common in the bush country.
Would you just take it easy. l got a plan.
l am exhausted.