Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Uncle Jed!

When I said that we'd come see Miss Drysdale, this woman said, uh, Miss Drysdale ain't having no visitors.

My husband doesn't believe me, but I think it's a bear.

You pushed your call button, Mrs. Drysdale?

These is for the maid.

I'm only here so my husband will listen to me.

Who's the doctor around here, you or me?

You see, they'd insisted on driving me to the bank, and Ellie thrust this baby goat in my arms.

And it ate your hat?

Wait until you get the bill for the specialist who is flying out from New York.

but she is in a state of great emotional distress.

Wake her up, Ellie, so I can give her my medicine.

Who'd have thought they'd take it out on poor, sick Miss Drysdale?

I didn't even cut no mustard when I told her that I was putting her brain surgery.

It ain't fittin' for no doctor to climb down a fire escape.

And the next thing I remember, I was flying through the air.

See what I picked?

Gotta get down to the hospital.

I'm bound and determined we're gonna start off the New Year being friends with...

I know, but it takes some doing to get to Mrs. Drysdale's room.

Oh, really, Margaret?

Your wife has a very definite psychoneurotic anxiety syndrome stemming from her conflict with your next door neighbors.

Best batch I ever made.

You chased me all the way from Miss Drysdale!

All right, but I ain't gonna kiss her.

Has perked near four feet of limb left.