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This is doctor business.

Please, Granny, let's go home and have some vittles.

Turn your truck around.

Doctor's examination?

You know, we have to take a pledge to end suffering wherever we find it.

I'm afraid I have to hurry right back to the office.

Well, how did your examination go, Ellie?

Where are you going?

Being green, there is no cure for the common cold.

It turns out that the doctor he was going to see wasn't you.

Oh, Dr. Clyburn, I'm from HenCal Pharmaceuticals.

Howdy, Miss Jane.

There's a sign downstairs that says the penthouse is for rent.

And why did you have me come over here?

The way you were coughing and sneezing around my other patients, you were a menace to public health.

You haven't done one thing that I couldn't have done myself.

And a shark's tooth necklace.

Folks are sitting around Clyburn's office suffering.

Well, I thought everybody knew.

You too, Mr. Drysdale, Mr. Yang.

I've told you before, there is no cure for the common cold.

Now, just a minute.

Boy's right, Granny.

She means no vacancy.

Can we go back in your office?

She can't practice medicine without patients.

Well, they can alleviate the symptoms, but no one has a cure.

Come to apologize, did you?

Say, I think this fella's got an alien gizzard.