Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sometimes makes you feel a lot better just to talk about it.

I have done my last doctrine, and that's that.

Well, that don't make no difference.

And you got to go to college to be a real doctor.

I mean... Open this door!

Ma'am, please, ma'am, control yourself.

Finish putting the chairs around for the next busload of sick folks.

And it's got her husband just raging mad.

I don't want to be within 10 miles of this place.

You know I ain't no doctor.

Now, hold on, mister.

I've been spoke to, Granny.

Dean Emerson, on behalf of Mr. Clampett, I am pleased to present this check to my old alma mater.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

The crazy darn fool thing had sleeves that tied in the back.

We all want to hear the inspiring story of how Mr. Clampett made his fortune.

What's the matter, Ellie?

Yeah, Ellie and Gray, and Jess will come back?

Well, I ain't no bird doctor, but I can give her some breadcrumbs and straw and make her comfortable.

Uh, Mr. Drysdale, if we can't have this one made over to Granny, could we get her one of her own?