Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Would you mind getting out of here now?
l just talked to Roger. He's feeling wonderful.
Don't be ridiculous, Roger.
l'll have Captain Healey brought back to the operating room for you.
-l'm sorry to disturb you, sir. -That's all right.
l received a telephone communication from a patient in London--
-What's going on here? -l changed my mind, doctor.
l'm Dr. Bellows, senior psychiatrist here at the base.
l wouldn't let him play the violin for me.
l casually mentioned that l'd always wanted to be a surgeon...
'' Medical Board of Atlantis?''
All right. l'll go find Dr. Bellows. You relax. l'll be right back.
Would you just take it easy. l got a plan.
Would you give me one of those test tubes over there, honey?
lf my suspicions are correct, for some unknown reason...
-Going somewhere? -Oh, yes, Dr...?
What were you doing with that outfit on and that scalpel in your hand?
Oh don't worry, general.
Oh, doctor. Just a moment.
We're taking you to the operating room.
l don't think you have time.
l am exhausted.
Well, it's very common in the bush country.
No.
When Dr. Bellows can't find me, he'll have no choice...
l'm gonna have a long talk with her, if l ever get my hands on her.
l'm glad you're here, Captain Nelson.
Tony, l love you, but l'm not going to let you operate on me.
That's not the point, Roger. We can't afford a miracle cure.
Because l don't have appendicitis.
All right, men.
An astronaut who's afraid of a simple, little appendectomy.