Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What about my case?
Mr. Drysdale!
The Beverly Hillbillies.
But if... By tonight, Granny will be ready to forget the whole thing and go home.
I smell it too.
No!
Does it hurt you when I poke you?
What's bothering you?
Watch it, Granny, and old Dr. Clyburn Tangle is going to be putting her as much fun as eating.
The gran knows exactly what she wants.
Examination room C.
That's right.
I just grow it.
You sit down.
So, we'll tell the switchboard operator not to ring, and the elevator operator not to take anyone up.
Positively, if you follow directions.
You may go in now.
That's right.
This apple of day stuff is just talk.
Then she ought to wear a bomb through her head.
You're out of the kitchen.
No.
Any appointments?
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.
Good idea.
Of course I did.
Well, Clyburn, wait until the papers get hold of this.
But, but, she... Never mind, Miss Jean.
Now I can eat.
Mr. Drydale must be inside with the doctor.
Fine.
Come on, Jethro, get a move on.
Your cold cure really works.