Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Got that? That's what we have courts for.
- Ah. - Howard. Howard. I got big news for ya, baby.
[Sirens Wailing]
him... standing over Mr. Drake with the gun.
Hey, Princess. How 'bout a date?
[Sighs] Is it something I said?
You don't have friendly Fritz with you now. This time, you're gonna talk to me!
- Now we're getting somewhere. - Drake was killed between 9:50 and 10:05.
What's this lady trying to suggest? That one of us killed Drake?
You kept me waiting. Is this a sign of things to come?
If I love him, how can I justify spying on him?
Mike, if we're gonna bicker like an old married couple, let's do it over something important, huh?
Well, at least you got a great view. I mean, look out there. You can see Alcatraz.
and Lieutenant Novak thinks they were trying to kill me,
Look. No pillow.
Face it, Mrs. Fletcher. ?? [Radio Off]
[Applause] And now, the one and only,
You know, Vicky, it's not abnormal to have last-minute doubts.
Half the people in this club wanted Drake dead, and your niece's boyfriend's gotta get tagged for it.
Now, that's one thing I am sure of.
Who writes your material? I mean, who writes this stuff? Your punch lines just don't work.
There were at least four people who had better motives than Howard. For instance, Mrs. Drake.
[Chuckles] Sign it.
They got a llama in one of their shows up there. The llama's got a better dressing room than this.
I've gotta talk to ya. So... talk.
Yes. We were very close.
You listen to me. I'm not particularly proud...
You were afraid that someone would notice that the pillow was gone from Mr. Drake's room...
Funny, Mike. I was about to ask you the same question.
Oh, darling, don't pout. It was merely a request, pure and simple.
That's when York was performing. The banging of his drums covered the sound of the shots.
I guess it'll be all right. Just for a minute.
How'd you like this shoe for breakfast? Move it, tough guy.
He gave me notice.
Oh, Howard, I am so relieved. We've only had one killer in our family...
No kidding!
He wouldn't let me quit. He knew I was broke, so he held back on my wages.
I was looking for Miss Stevenson. Down the hall on the right.
No. And these matches, from some nightclub?
I'm sure you would have.
Let's call Vicky and celebrate. I think that's a bit premature.
Did Freddy murder Al Drake? The answer is no. Bill, Bill, take it easy.
Yeah, well, you call it murder. I call it a career move.
[Vacuum Cleaner Whirring, Faint]