Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's had six best sellers. This morning she was on Bay City Breakfast,

I say, " Listen. I'm Freddy York. I'm the comedy star at Les Champignons. Why don't you come catch the show tonight?"

I thought we should get our stories straight for that Mrs. Fletcher.

but, uh, I think you're making a big mistake.

Hmm. Smooth grip, Charlie. You might even get some prints.

she's having an affair with Mike.

Mr. Drake said I was the world's worst female impersonator,

Well, surely not me? Nor me!

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Oh! Good shot! Oh, my! What a nice dog! What's his name?

I wouldn't be surprised if she did it.

I never divulge company business. Oh, I wouldn't dream of asking you anything.

Raymond, a table for Ms. Fletcher and her party, please.

It suddenly came to me: The feather.

This is an acting job. Two days a week on a soap.

I've been on the phone for an hour. I got you a job.

Which one? The tall one.

You know, you have a wonderful sense of humor, Mr. York.

I really love him, and Howard loves me.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I suggest that? Look,

Mike. Michelle. The female impersonator?

Yeah, but you're sure about Patterson and Mrs. Drake? They were out front?

Las Vegas. Atlantic City!

This is my last night, and I want what you owe me.

I must have screamed, and he dropped it and ran out.

- Felix. - [Sighs]

if you insist on sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, then check on Freddy York and that bloodsucking agent of his.

I'm like the Edison of comedy. I'm Robert Fulton on the drums.

It has nothing to do with the medical examiner, Mrs. Fletcher.

That's a very attractive outfit. I've never seen it done in black.

I suppose we do have to keep up appearances, don't we, darling?

I really appreciate this now that I'm on a budget. I just got fired.

What am I supposed to do? Make an appointment?

Yeah, but the lady here thinks you shot him before you went on stage.