Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-...neither one of us can answer. -Yeah.
What are you say--?
That's not true.
No, we'll manage the first number without him.
-Hello to you, too. -Hear what I said?
-Sad. -What's sad?
-You've got a great lip. -You've got two.
I had come to the Flamingo Cove looking for a new job.
Zack...
No. Never. I'll never give up my dreams.
It can't.
...we're made for each other.
They can't get enough of you.
Too uptown.
Mouthy guy.
The criminal is always the last to know.
Scrutinised.
-You were pretty hot tonight. -You too.
Well, I guess I better lock up.
Come on, let's rehearse, fellas.
That murder. Sad to think a person had to die...
-Why? We're perfect together. -I have to find my husband.
-...and not to rehearse. -You're a barbarian, McCoy.
Routine question in an accident investigation.
...next to a flashing neon light.
Then all of each other. But this is television, so we won't get into that.
Life is funny.
I didn't think so.
Right now, take the seat up there.
Ready to dim the house lights and cue lights.
...it has ever been my good fortune to satirise.
Thought about our little disagreement yesterday?
...and the worst two weeks of my life.
Nothing is wrong with your set. I repeat...
Chance Cash Johnny Brick Lonesome Shane McCoy.
-Mr. Bigelow-- -Go easy on him.
Ladies and gentleman, the Flamingo Cove...
...eating alone in a restaurant...
-Why don't you leave him? -Are you kidding?
I knew what she wanted me to do.
-Did you call me last night? -Last night?
-But time was running out. -Your time just ran out.
I wasn't ready to stop talking to myself...
I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
Auntie Em?
You sure you don't want me to stay?
-What do you got? -Good news, I think.