You pushed your call button, Mrs. Drysdale?

Mrs. Drysdale's not allowed to have visitors.

Mrs. Rysdale's name is right on the door.

Dr. Stuyvesant, Mrs. Drysdale is calling for you.

Now that's gonna make us friends with Mrs. Drysdale.

Mrs. Drysdale, you promised you wouldn't jump out the window again.

Now we can commence to start making Mrs. Drysdale's nerve-soothing tonic.

I know, but it takes some doing to get to Mrs. Drysdale's room.

See that Mrs. Drysdale isn't disturbed and let me have her chart please.

Look at these flowers he's there.

Now, Granny... I have half a mind to take Mrs. Drysdale out of here!

You've been saying is how we got to start the new year friends with Mrs. Drysdale.

I saw two of them leering at me.

I'm striking you at your one sensitive spot.

And now then, Mrs. Drysdale, let's get back to that beautiful, clampered castle with the chickens and the hawks.

Yeah, like we were standing at the front door saying goodnight.

She looked at us like we was a bunch of nuts.

While you women folks is doing what you have to, Jethro and I will take a ride over to the hospital and talk to Mrs. Drysdale.

She made us feel about as welcome as a muddy dog at a church wedding.

She'll get better a heap quicker here than she would at that hospital with them spiteful nurses.