Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ma'am, take good care of her.
Let's get these contraptions back to the hospital.
Well, just what did she do for Mrs. Drysdale?
Your nerves are on edge, isn't it?
Don't worry.
How did I get out of the hospital?
She's the one I'm studying doctrine from.
Now, I want my money back.
Oh, howdy, Miss Jane.
Dr. Sanders is taking her back to the hospital.
Isn't it a cheerful design?
Rest easy, Miss Drysdale.
The Beverly Hillbilly.
Oh, Miss Hathaway, I've just located the nurse who was on duty at the time when Mrs. Rye's death disappeared.
Releasing him?
Could happen, Chester.
I.
I'm going out the front door like a brain surgeon had ought to.
Yes?
Where are you studying medicine?
Yeah, I'll put it on the truck and wait for you out front.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Swimming poos, movie stars.
The truck is up.
Can we discuss this in my office?
Granny!
She vanished from her hospital room and her mattress with her.
Well, she's out back.
Ahh!
Miss Hathaway, come to the cashier's office with me.
You couldn't get me in that hospital for no amount of money.
Speaking of that mattress, Jethro, I reckon we ought to take it back to the hospital.
Yeah.
Well, that stuff made our tranquilizers look like, like pep pills.
Well, congratulations.