Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Mr. Murray, would you get me the Henderson X-rays, please?
You got him upstairs in bed?
I warned you, Drysdale.
Proud.
That's enough.
We might as well be sitting home in the road cellar.
Then come back tomorrow.
You'll have a doctor sitting right beside you.
I have to start warping up a batch of my cold cure, Jed.
She ain't going down to Dr. Clyburn's totin' no shotgun, right, Granny?
I imagine I have some brandy around somewhere.
He ain't got no cold cure!
You bet I do!
Now, if you're busy, I'll take the mignonder and give him a good goin' over.
Who's a better doctor, Clyburn or me?
Greetings, Ellie.
That little broomstick jockey is practicing medicine.
I've had a hard day.
And nothing comes ahead of endin' suffering.
What emergency?
What?
What if I pass out at the wheel?
One spoonful is all it takes.
Swimming pools, movie stars.
Yeah, I know.