Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm going in the kitchen and end mine.
A cold cure?
I mean a shot for my cold, like penicillin.
I'll be right with you.
In the meantime, we will have collected the first and last month's rent.
Now you tell him that Dr. Granny is here to give him a cold cure.
Let's go home and eat.
Secret ingredient at 4.
Oh, I have no complaint.
Oh, just awful, Miss Jane.
Rattlesnake weed.
He mean mouth me, call me a witch doctor.
Yes.
Hey, Mae, maybe Mr. Drysdale's got an empty office.
Hold on, boy.
No.
That's your problem.
Has he been doctoring longer than me?
Put that on and come back tomorrow.
Has the hospital called?
Take that.
I'm going down to that Clyburn's office and I'm going to show him up.
You mean to tell me that city doctors ain't got no cure for a cold?
Aw, come on.
Let this be a lesson to you.
You poor man.