Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, cheer up, Mr. Drysdale.
Us doctors take an oath against that kind of hanky-panky.
Dead!
Of course he is.
We leave that door open?
What are the charges?
Hey, that's poison oak!
You mean you let that bear drink?
Congratulations, Chief.
His tongue ain't charred.
I'll just have to stay home.
Mother will be the envy of every woman there.
Good, good.
He just finished that whole jug.
This is my flu serum.
I've only got two jugs of the vintage stuff left.
Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
Reckon we got prowlers?
My husband is suffering from a rare and exotic disease.
Yes, yes.
Oh, what a day.
Oh, no, no, please.
And by now, everybody has heard about it.
He says that what Mr. Drysdale has is just plain, old-fashioned, common, ordinary flu.
That's how I caught this lousy flu.