Grouchy, grab your coat and get your hat.

Mayor, I... Your Honor.

Take your shoes off.

Your patients are waiting.

Now remember your Hippocratic oath?

Here, let me see your foot.

Of all places, on your head.

Say, yours is coming along just fine.

Now, go back to your own office.

You sent your secretary to tell her that?

You'd like to have your hair back, wouldn't you?

Get your cotton-picking meat hooks off my arm.

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

You are constricting my brachial artery with your hemostatic grasp.

We're going to watch the possum day parade from your bank.

Now get back to your office and forget the whole thing.

You ought to send your hair-growing polters over by Miss Jane.

I was afraid I'd have to hobble all the way to your office.

Well, he commenced a mean mouth on me, and I said, now hold on there, if that's the way you're gonna be, we won't take your money or your ticket.

That's what Granny's poultice does, it just draws the hair right up to your hinds.