Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your teeth ain't nothing but shells.

Always glad to be helpful.

How about one of them windows that fronts on Wilshire Boulevard for a display?

Oh, mostly turpentine, ginger, with a lye base.

He's as disturbed as he can get.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move!

How about a picture of Gabby Hayes with a sign saying gums by Granny?

You'll get hair all over my new Edwardian outfit.

Well, how about the old folks' home?

Oh, teeth... Gold stones, x-ray pictures, and some of Jed's wood carvings.

I've always wanted a pet, but I never thought I could afford one.

Sure you don't want a little bob job on that tongue?

I'll cover your new set of soles and heels.

Yes, Granny, I just put it up.

Gang, tell her what they call me now.

Of course, I'm held back with medical ethics, but you're clever at getting around them.

Eastside will have to come down!

Well, you will have.

How soon can we move in?

I've picked out another office for my operating room.

To victimize poor, weak, defenseless, frightened people.

You don't think I'm going to take a rap for this?

Here's your free puppy.

Granny says doctors ain't allowed to advertise, so, uh, we'd appreciate a little word of mouth.

She must have used chloroform.

Well, it'll be the headquarters for your enterprises.

Can't you see I got an office full of people?

Mr. Show Business promised to double my salary.

Of course, when business picks up, we'll have to spread out a mile.