Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oil, that is.
There's a mayor and a banker that won't.
Good news, darling.
This has been a Filmways presentation.
Claude and I will be in our room, under sedation.
Of course not.
It's been aging since Friday.
It seemed to be snorty, slurpy.
Hey, didn't you say you left a second jug?
I gotta take him some flu serum.
No, now let's all get out here and let the man rest.
Fine thing.
It's the doctor.
I'll have Betsy watch him.
His joints ain't locked.
Of course, I just run off a new batch last Friday.
I ain't gonna steal him.
Granny, I'm under the care of one of the best doctors in Beverly Hills.
Suffer?
Your child won't get no more, Granny.
I'm talking about the greatest all-purpose miracle medicine ever developed.
You're on the mend.
You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.
Take a look, Granny.
What's got into you anyway?
I had to spend the night in the same cell with that hairy lush.
He's sleeping nice and sound.