Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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