Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh. I don't know. [indistinct crooner singing]
I mean, if you two managed to keep
Lemme get a beer.
- I still don't know what you're talking about.
freelance police officers
no matter how many stupid shit-headed insults you throw at me.
when we were in rehearsals,
CINDA [on podcast]: You're listening to All is Not OK in Oklahoma.
Who is Glitter Guy?
[clicking] [music stops]
Put 'em up. - Alright, mitts up.
You see a gal in a bar,
[panting]
[presses button]
who solved the disappearance and murder of Becky Butler?
- What?
- What?
I'm so Greek, I could go bankrupt, and no one in the world would help me.
outside Morningside Park, and then... [pop]
[quiet laugh] You'd make a fortune.
it will literally be tomorrow's paté. [squawk]
- Oh, and hide the real one under her-- [squawk]
[gym noises] [people grunting]
You son of a bitch! [yelling] [rapid button pressing]
which is why I look like Nick Nolte after Mardi Gras.
- Okay, that's enough.
- I know. - But why would Kreps kill Bunny?
- No.
I told Roberta this, too.
Trust me. I should know.
Do you have the painting, please?
I hate stupid amateur bullshit podcasts like yours.
I didn't realize how much was weighing on me until this moment.
[punches landing] [Kreps gasps]
and your fuckin' podcasts like everybody wants to hear what you have to say.
Tell me, Teddy, how many other women in the building
in 2015 sent shockwaves through town.
at the abandoned Chickasha putt-putt course.
On your worst day, you didn't drag your son
She hasn't left there in how long?
Try living on that in New York City. It's impossible.