Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's how I caught this lousy flu.
He says that what Mr. Drysdale has is just plain, old-fashioned, common, ordinary flu.
Hey, that's poison oak!
Now, cheer up, Mr. Drysdale.
Reckon we got prowlers?
Good, good.
Mother will be the envy of every woman there.
I've only got two jugs of the vintage stuff left.
This is my flu serum.
His tongue ain't charred.
Of course he is.
And by now, everybody has heard about it.
Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
You mean you let that bear drink?
My husband is suffering from a rare and exotic disease.
What are the charges?
Oh, no, no, please.
Oh, what a day.
We leave that door open?
He just finished that whole jug.
Us doctors take an oath against that kind of hanky-panky.
I'll just have to stay home.
Yes, yes.
Congratulations, Chief.
Dead!