Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Looks like Bonnie Parker or is it Clyde?
Now you start packing now.
Dr. Daisy's death defier fetched him back from the brink of the grave.
Yes, Mama let me drive her delivery car.
Oh, yes, sir, Cousin Jethro.
Granny's liable to be a mite peevish.
You tell her if she brings her tonic out here.
Can't you do something a little more cheerful?
Here comes a walking testimonial.
If heaven smelled like that, wouldn't be no sinners.
Are you talking about her tonic?
Mud Hen?
She's gone out of business, hasn't she?
Yeah, yeah, sure he does.
Oh, fine, boy.
No, they went into town to peddle Granny's death-defying antidote.
What do we charge for it?
Let's see it, Roy.
That's how Roy done it.
My vittles will flesh out!
Just tolerable.
There's a Mrs. Myrtle Halsey calling you long distance.
Poor devil.
Get up here, little man, and tell the folks how this saved you when you was laying in death's door.