Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Your name, please? - We don't have a reservation, but we don't mind waiting.

Thanks for the lift. And don't worry. I won't say a word about what you've told me.

but I wanna be a performer,

I hope you don't think you have Freddy tied up for another four years.

Okay, Mr. York. Now, is there anything you might want to add to this statement?

- Did you see the murder? - Well, actually, no. I was sitting out front watching the show.

Mrs. Fletcher, please. Wait, wait, wait. Don't take my word for it.

Lieutenant? Oh, I'm so glad I caught you. Any result on the nitric acid test?

The clerk says, "Sir, Mr. Jones, I'm sorry. I only got one room left. "

He's hot because this club made him hot. Now, you tell Freddy he works here, or he doesn't work anywhere.

It was just a job. I know! Isn't it wonderful?

That's a bit longer than we had in mind. Really?

That's quite all right, Lieutenant. Where can I see him?

That still doesn't explain why you were standing over him with a murder weapon in your hand.

Mrs. Drake? Mm.

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A man'd be a fool to sell a gold mine like this, right, Barbara?

I thought that... Well, never mind.

Lucretia Borgia in furs.

I'm in mourning, Mrs. Fletcher.

I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be drinking to Al Drake. [Door Opens]

Are you sure these are Maine lobsters? Certainly, madam.

No. Other than the fact that you despised the man...

So you brought in the pillow from your room.

If you'd both stand here, side by side, facing me.

Why don't you just lower that odometer, you know, go in and lower it? You'll sell your car."

Do please accept my condolences. Your husband's death must have been a terrible shock.

But the only way to run an office is to learn to keep your mouth shut.

He said, "What's the matter?" She said, "I'm chilly." He says, "Well, if you're chilly,

But that's not what I'm worried about. Look, we took some lab tests.

Go away, Patterson. I'm busy.

Stand aside. Coming through. Step aside, please.

[Sneezes] God bless you.

So Al Drake sees me one night. He says, " Kid, you're good. Here's a long-term contract.

They go upstairs. They take the twin beds. Middle of the night, the secretary gets up.

Everybody saw them. Right.

Look at me. What do you see? I'm not just another comedian.

Please? Look, we're gonna be married.

Where are you goin'?