Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Heardin' her two hours ago.
Well, all right.
Now he's got his picture in the hospital.
That'll show, Mrs. Van Ransahoff, that there's no common flu in my family.
Margaret, believe me, I didn't get this flu on purpose.
I'll go with Granny.
Now you're going to get a whooping.
Quick, Miss Hathaway, take Claude.
You'd think that he could have spared me this disgrace.
First start a hole in moonshine.
All the money we spent was Dr. Clyburn.
Oh!
Ain't that cute?
Nasty found it.
Yes, yes.
If it's common, they've got it.
Oh, no, no.
Be sure to call me if you get any worse.
You can bet on that.
I was afraid of that.
Well, humans come first.
Granny's White Lightning.
No side effects at all.
About a half a gallon.
After two jugs of Possum Ridge Paralyzer, the only thing that could get him out of bed is an earthquake.
Where did these creatures come from?
Fairchild, shame on you!
I shall completely dominate the conversation at the bridge club.