Now remember your Hippocratic oath?

I have a few oaths for you that Hippocrates never even heard of.

If word gets out that my hair was snipped off, buried by a little hillbilly witch doctor to cast a spell on my sickness, you think I'd have one patient left?

Yes, I see what you mean.

They'll all be going to her.

Lysdale, I am going to the state medical board, and when they get through with that little woman, she won't be able to prescribe an aspirin for her own headache.

Oh, Roy, will you relax?

I've already taken care of that.

I want to hear exactly what you said to Granny and what Granny said to you.

Well, upon my arrival at the Clampett mansion, imagine my surprise to find them arrayed in their Sunday finery and having a square dance.

Look who's here to help us celebrate the holiday, exclaimed Mr. Clampett happily.

What holiday, I inquired innocently.

Possum Day, he replied earnestly.

Well, you... Never mind the Tom Swift dialogue.

Did you tell Granny to stop practicing medicine?

Well, not in those words, no.

You have?

My exact words to her this morning, this very morning, I said, Ranny, this is it.

No more doctoring.

And what did she say?