Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, he's really a very nice man.
And the name is Jessica. And I really appreciate the suit, Jessica.
I have to find somebody to replace Howard. Let me worry about that.
Congratulations. Thank you.
I thought marriage was supposed to be for better or worse. That's afterwards.
Mike... Michelle... was backstage getting ready to go on.
He wanted to start over again... you know, a new career.
Me too, darling.
Once again, please, Charlie!
anybody can live without anybody.
That's my aunt right there.
But look. This is the real world, so please... just leave the police work to us.
??[Organ: Ceremonial] [Man] By the power vested in me by the State of California,
Fritz, but be careful. He's had attack training.
I hate to tell you this, Floyd, but I think the sun just came up.
[Clears Throat] Thank you.
And I'm not just talkin' about wearin' those dresses either.
Oh. What a phony.
I did. Well, I mean,
You ever think of taking your act on the road? You should play Vegas.
Lieutenant Novak, did you notice the small white feather on Mr. Drake's jacket?
Oh, Mike, you don't know how much better I feel now that we've talked.
Well, uh, let's try it with music.
Another full house, Mr. Drake? We're ahead of last week by nine percent.
Yesterday, I met him for breakfast, and he had these circles under his eyes, and he smelled like perfume.
[Audience Laughs] Find Mr. Drake. Tell him his wife is on the premises.
because yours is the only one that is sitting right next to the window.
Stop at the top of the hill.
Then, Ms. Fletcher, would you mind doing me a great big favor?
Just ask a few more questions, like did I murder Al Drake? The answer is no.
Shot? Who shot him? The new guy... Howard.
Say, that looks heavy. Jump in. It's my treat.
Howard, I think that you should take Vicky to lunch yourself,
Oh, she likes you. Most people, she hates.
She goes, " Psst. Mr. Smith, are you sleeping?"
Don't you turn your back on me!
Mrs. Fletcher, do you know how hard it is to sit in someone's living room...
Very good, madam. Follow me, please.
What was I gonna do? Spend the rest of my life workin' in this rinky-dink club?
Now, let's just pretend one of the girls is dancing.
[Groaning]
Honey, if there was any way I could make it, you know I would. Five nights in a row?
- Sorry, Reverend. - If we could do a quick run-through...