Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

NO. HE'S GOT AN ULCER.

OH, THAT GIRL? NOBODY. YOU CAN THROW THAT OUT.

YEAH. HE GAVE ME A DOWNER. A PILL?

THERE'S ONLY ONE GIRL IN THE PICTURE.

PERHAPS I SHOULD POP OUT AND POP IN ANOTHER TIME, HUH?

YEAH. IT'S A GOOD PICTURE OF YOU, BUT HALF OF ME IS CUT OFF.

WELL, GOOD-BYE, MR. JEFFERSON. I DO HOPE YOU'RE FEELING BETTER.

YOU MEAN YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE HOME?

DON'T BE ARGUIN' WITH ME! GEORGE, DON'T GET SO EXCITED.

NO, BUT IF YOU WANT ME TO, I WILL.

ULCERS CAN GO FROM BAD TO WORSE, YOU KNOW, AND WHEN YOURS DOES...

AND YOU'RE IN EXCRUCIATING PAIN, I'LL DRIVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL.

NO. I WANT TO KNOW WHO THIS CLUTTER IS.

DON'T BE TELLING NOBODY I'M SICK.

THAT I HAVE TAKEN LIONEL TO THE EASTER SHOW AT RADIO CITY?

I GOT SOMETHING TO TELL YOU, AND I WANTED TO PUT YOU IN A GOOD MOOD FIRST.

INSTEAD OF SCRUBBING YOUR POTS AND PANS BY HAND LIKE I ALWAYS DID.

I DID. THEY'RE ALWAYS HANGING AROUND HERE. WE CAN DO WITHOUT THEM.

WHAT'S THE USE OF MY TRYING TO HELP YOU...

♪ AIN'T NOTHIN' WRONG WITH THAT ♪

"TO GENTLEMAN GEORGE. THE ONLY THING HE EVER HIT WAS THE CANVAS."

I AM TAKING THE STAIRS!

AND HE WAS SAYING THAT SOME KIND OF STRESS CAN BE GOOD FOR YOU.

OH, WHAT IS IT, DEAR? IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO FOR YOU?

MYSELF AND I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT LIKE A BATCH.