Better run along, Roy.

Take your shoes off.

She whacked off my hair too, didn't she?

Get your cotton-picking meat hooks off my arm.

Remember I whacked off Jed's hair clear across the back there?

And will you take off that silly-looking baby bonnet?

Better fetch a towel or that man's gonna have an awful hairy forehead.

Why, he yanked my poultice off his head and throwed it out the window.

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

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

You see, cutting off a person's hair and burying it in the ground to cast a spell is not the approved method of practicing medicine here in Beverly Hills.

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?