Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Granny said take care of yourself.
Yours for the taking.
The pretty little apple cheek girl you used to know is just a wasted shell.
Uh, Miss Hathaway,
I don't care what it cost.
Right here on the street?
That's a Coot Cobbler.
Put on a medicine show.
Y'all come back now, hear?
In Beverly Hills?
That won't be long.
Who wants to be saved?
He's a fine man, and right handsome.
Well, I'll come out anyway.
Well, I don't know.
Yeah, of course, if you call me Milburn.
Everybody, Cousin Roy just turned in a driveway.
Now just because you and Myrtle used to lock horns,
Set a spell.
Big Mama, you was feeling fine just a minute ago.
The only known protection against Siberian scurvy.
No, no, please.
They grabbed a couple of dope peddlers.
All right.
Oh, Mr. Drysdale, the bank's been a-calling you.
You sure you want a double date with me tonight, Roy?
Ill Billy, that is.
Goes like this, Ellie.
Some clown is peddling patent medicines in front of the bank, and I want to make a complaint.
How about you, brother?
Oh, my darling Ellie Mae, they have taken you away, and I'll never see my darling anymore.
Granny, we never had no Siberian scurvy.
I pioneered in preventive medicine.
She figures she'll have them if we can just get an endorsement from somebody like Bull Montana.
Why?
Roy's talking to his mama back home.
She's such a dear, sweet little old lady.
Besides, many a business deal has been made on her death.