Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is doctor business.

Howdy, Miss Jane.

Boy's right, Granny.

And a shark's tooth necklace.

You haven't done one thing that I couldn't have done myself.

Say, I think this fella's got an alien gizzard.

And why did you have me come over here?

Oh, Dr. Clyburn, I'm from HenCal Pharmaceuticals.

Well, how did your examination go, Ellie?

It turns out that the doctor he was going to see wasn't you.

She can't practice medicine without patients.

Doctor's examination?

Can we go back in your office?

There's a sign downstairs that says the penthouse is for rent.

She means no vacancy.

The way you were coughing and sneezing around my other patients, you were a menace to public health.

Now, just a minute.

Where are you going?

I've told you before, there is no cure for the common cold.

Being green, there is no cure for the common cold.

Folks are sitting around Clyburn's office suffering.

You know, we have to take a pledge to end suffering wherever we find it.

Come to apologize, did you?

I'm afraid I have to hurry right back to the office.

You too, Mr. Drysdale, Mr. Yang.

Please, Granny, let's go home and have some vittles.

Well, I thought everybody knew.

Well, they can alleviate the symptoms, but no one has a cure.

Turn your truck around.