Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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