Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So am I, Margaret.
The goat was driving down Wilshire Boulevard?
It appears like she's sleeping too good to tonic.
But that's cruel.
Oh, don't bother, Uncle Jed.
Yes, of course.
And you ain't likely to find one of them in the hospital.
Looks like a bottle of the might green.
I wonder what brought that on.
Something tells me Granny didn't make it.
Get through, get through.
I done decided to be a brain surgeon.
Miss Drysdale, you sleep?
Nothing wrong, I hope?
I'm right proud of you.
What a shame you had to fly out from New York.
Good, good.