Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And then he said, crunching his chips,

Oh, his diet was terrible. He never ate a vegetable.

- Right number, wrong person. - What do you mean?

- Good morning. - Oh, boy.

I suppose I have to tell her.

The man in your bed is dead.

I'll save you some time. I don't wear Avon, I have a mop,

Mrs. Nylund, you're not responsible for the death of my husband.

Not me... last night on Dallas.

It's called Creamy Zesty Italian, only has one calorie.

I've never wanted anyone so much.

...by her husband.

People? We are talking about one man, who is probably sleeping.

Nope. No more men. That's it for me.

OK, fine, let a dead guy lie there.

You didn't kill him, Mrs. Nylund. He killed himself.

- What'll we do? - Well, we call the police.

- and whatever happens, happens. - I know Al had bad arteries,

So maybe I will, but I don't know. I might not.

The thing is, I've never done this before - bring someone home.

Oh, poor Al, and he just got a hair transplant.

Well, what do you think?

- She's very brave. - Boy, I'll say.

- Oh, that's the style. The girl told me. - What was she, a pilgrim?

I'm the kiss of death. It's the second time a man has died in my bed.

Will you stop telling her what to play?