Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What do you say, kid? Out for some early morning air?
Of course you didn't.
The shot would have been heard except during York's act,
Well, everybody knew that Mr. Drake and Barbara worked late...
Vicky, I didn't... I didn't shoot him. I swear I didn't.
I was supposed to go on a TV show this morning, but I canceled it...
Ohh. Oh, dear. I woke you up.
You know, you're not a witness in this case, and I just don't have time for you.
If I'm prying, you just stop me.
I don't know how to thank you, Mrs. Fletcher.
Mr. Drake.
Actually, I was looking for Miss Barbara Stevenson. She works in the business office.
Suspect in there? [Officer] Yes, sir.
Well, just so you know, if you jump bail, the State of California has an option on my next four books.
- Somebody wanted to kill Mr. York. - Maybe.
Oh. Nice to meet you. I did a little checking on you, you know.
They are all over his apartment. I wanna go to this place, you know, to find out.
Then you removed your fingerprints from the gun, got rid of the pillow...
[Murmuring] [Detective] All right. Coming through. Stand aside.
You've got 10 minutes.
Yes, I suppose that is the only plausible explanation.
Uh, excuse me. Yeah?
I think Mr. York was afraid the charges against Howard would be dropped.
Table for two. Of course.
Stop him! [Audience Murmuring]
Really. Who the hell is J.B. Fletcher?
I got him that talk show, and now he's hot.
Catch that killer! Stop him! He's a murderer!
- ?I hope that he turns out...? - [Woman Screams]
Oh, believe me, Aunt Jess. I would marry Howard no matter what business he was in.
It was. You wouldn't believe some of the things that go on.
What would you call it? You know, in Vegas... you think they'd give a star a dressing room like this?
Really? Uh-huh.
- She wanted to meet a Leo, so I introduced her to my accountant. - [Rim Shot]
I saw him last night. I said, "Hey, Eddie. You sell your car?"
Dear Barbara. Always so organized. You know where the bills are filed and the bodies are buried.
We'll do it tomorrow. Will we, Howard?
Should've shoved you under that stage light.
Oh. Mr. York's agent. Uh-huh.
- Fritz. - [Barks Fiercely]
Every night? God bless you.
Hmm. Of course, some men do wear cologne.