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Well, that sounds like a good day's work.
Us?
Drysdale, turning this house into an art gallery is going to pleasure a heap of people and save you womenfolks a heap of housework.
My kind of doctor.
Mr. Bodine?
I thought for a minute your wife would come back.
What is all this about suffering?
No, ma'am.
Are you by any chance an artist?
Oh, really, no, I can't right now.
Hot dog!
What do you mean, my condition?
Well Granny, I reckon that leaves the painting up to us.
No.
I've just come from seeing a new doctor, and you know what he told me?
What for?
Well, I ain't just sure where you get it.
We can have us jellied pig's feet, owl giblets, sliced groundhog and possum, plenty of cold pot liquor.
By then, your wife will have this place turned into a first-class art gallery.
Oh, no, no, they're Nasturtium.
About painting and sculpting.
It was fantastic.
Whack off a ear?
Yeah, come on in and look.
You is the prettiest.
Here comes the boy with the schooling.
Have you ever done sculpting before?
Immediately.
Where'd you get the beautiful model?
I believe starving's got that beat.
On the ceiling?
I feel a little queasy.
It's a bully!
Don't want to attract that hound dog bully.
We'll fill our share of this art gallery.
Well, I think there was more to it than just suffering.
Donate your home as an art gallery.
Mr. Drysdale, you really shouldn't.