Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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