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I'm putting her out of my all-purpose throat gargle, mouthwash, and germ killer.
Gee, Granny, you sure do make me want to be a doctor.
There you are.
In fact, they are.
Every time we come to visit her here, they had this room dark and gloomy.
Oh, boy.
What is going... Doctor, give me a hand and let's get out of here.
My wife's been robbed.
The dry jazz is floating back.
Makes me feel like a real doctor.
Well, that's awful unfriendly.
Hi, Granny!
Charged me 200 bucks a day, plus transportation.
Mattress and all.
Follow me!
Slow, slow.
Uncle Jed and me hefted your mattress onto the truck and brung you home so Granny could take care of you.
We just come to get you out.
Oh, I hope not.