Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He claims that Granny doesn't have a medical school diploma, or even a license to practice medicine.
Nick Cratchit, it lives and is on the loose in Beverly Hills.
We'll be right with you.
You fit Mr. Drysdale's description perfectly.
Now, this is Mr. Clavis, my largest depositor.
Gee!
But you never met the old gentleman, did you?
He never discriminated.
He was perfect.
Wild and untamed.
That's true.
Now take your rooster and put him out.
I'm a redhead, and I've got a terrible temper.
Fine, fine.
I serve you first.
Is that hair?
Come here, honey.
I'm talking about a legal writ, ordering you to vacate these premises.
Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
Oh, thank you.
You were living there for a minute, weren't you?
You studied medicine at John Hopkins?
Oh, I've got a suit in here.
Take your shoes off.
Come out and fight like a man.
threatening a couple of helpless women.
Boy, that is black gold, Texas tea.
I had red hair when I was a boy.
Don't you dare!
I played it your way.