Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

she's having an affair with Mike.

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Felix. - [Sighs]

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

I wouldn't be surprised if she did it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which one? The tall one.

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

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

Well, surely not me? Nor me!

It suddenly came to me: The feather.

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

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

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

Mike. Michelle. The female impersonator?

I really love him, and Howard loves me.

What am I supposed to do? Make an appointment?

Las Vegas. Atlantic City!