Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, couldn't I just say thanks and let it go at that?

Someone comes in with a broken leg, that nut will shoot him.

Give him some baking soda and buttermilk.

Now, show him what you've really got, Beverly.

It might calm her some, just to let her tell us her troubles.

Open this door!

Be sure and get the jug with the buttermilk.

This little girl here would have tore your heart out.

He's got to see that dial.

You give him some of Granny's corn squeezes and he'll hiccup his house to a cinder.

We got all the stuff to make the Paul into a real doctor's office.

And it's high time, too.

Well, this here's a nurse's outfit.

And now, coming up on your right, in a few moments, will be the home of Mr. J.D.

Poor little thing had a nervous tick in her foot.

That's his wife.

You've got to see my little girl!

Oh, there's some others outside from the Hollywood Vaudeville Club.

This has gone far enough.

Now, look here, young man.

I think one of the fraternities is trying to pull a prank on me.

Uncle Jed's got his picture in the morning paper.

Get me Dr. Niemeyer in psychiatry.

She had wore out so many pairs of shoes, her ma had to put iron plates on them.

I'll take my doctor's certificate.