Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

After two jugs of Possum Ridge Paralyzer, the only thing that could get him out of bed is an earthquake.
Heardin' her two hours ago.
Fairchild, shame on you!
Now he's got his picture in the hospital.
You can bet on that.
Nasty found it.
I was afraid of that.
Margaret, believe me, I didn't get this flu on purpose.
Quick, Miss Hathaway, take Claude.
Be sure to call me if you get any worse.
Where did these creatures come from?
You'd think that he could have spared me this disgrace.
Now you're going to get a whooping.
Well, humans come first.
That'll show, Mrs. Van Ransahoff, that there's no common flu in my family.
Granny's White Lightning.
Oh, no, no.
If it's common, they've got it.
Ain't that cute?
Yes, yes.
No side effects at all.
About a half a gallon.
All the money we spent was Dr. Clyburn.
I'll go with Granny.
Oh!
Well, all right.
First start a hole in moonshine.
I shall completely dominate the conversation at the bridge club.