Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The hell he didn't. The 14th was a week ago Monday.
- He's out there! - What? Well, call the police!
How did you know that before anybody else at the club?
- We're going to see you home. - Ginger, it's about time.
Yeah, sure, yeah, put him on.
- But dead. - Six hours dead.
He was a medium-type guy with light-grey hair...
- Hot dogs? - Never mind.
- Really? - Yeah.
Please, that girl...
What do they tell you?
Hey, kids, can I have your attention?
Tell Sonja she is next.
That wasn't very nice. Who was it?
- Here, snuggle up to this. - That's not funny.
- It's a tablecloth. - Yeah, go ahead.
Okay, take everything down in detail and make sure he signs it.
What's wrong, sugar, bump your poor little old knee?
You think that it's easy to get strippers.
Jerry works there.
...putting a contract out on the strippers?
I never took my eye off him while Francine went to call for help.
You heard the cops. They even got a description.
Starsky, how did you say they make hot dogs?
...he said we could get rich.
- Where's Sonja, Manny? - Well, isn't she in her dressing room?
I meet her some place. You tell her. Yes?
Ginger?
- Tell us about the voices. - No.
- You fixed it? - You found a way...
...they sat him at the worst table in the house.
Are you sure?
What about his voice? Hear that?
I think some dingo is going to try to kill Ginger.
The boys upstairs will lean on me and I'll lean on you.
This is a question for the ladies.
Ginger, yes.
Well, let's see, it could be...