Come on, let's get going.

You'd get a good look at the possum juggler.

Jethro, you know it's getting low to eat possum on possum day.

Get in.

Get going.

Kept yours on a mite too long, didn't you, Jed?

Mr. Drysdale, a doctor's duty never stops, even on possible days.

It might get worse.

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?

The patient gets the feeling things aren't going well.

Come on, Miss James!

You go on inside.

Cutting off a person's hair and burying it in the ground overnight to cast a spell on his sickness.

I still have a medical practice, as long as I keep my hat on.

Now get up there and tell her.

Well, he might get kind of lonesome.

You better come on out and let me whip you up a polis for your head.

Have you any idea how it destroys the confidence of a patient to be examined by a doctor who keeps his hat on?

Now, don't try flattery on me.

Of all places, on your head.