Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

For your own peace of mind.

You don't seem exactly broken up over Drake's death.

- What came to you? - Drake wasn't shot during Freddy York's act.

Well, hello, Mrs. Fletcher. How nice to hear from you again.

But the murderer was afraid that someone would notice that Drake's pillow was gone,

[Freddy] "You're never gonna sell a car with 120,000 miles on it.

Everybody... Everybody in this place has got a pillow just like that. No.

Don't you ever speak to me that way in front of the staff again!

Fifteen minutes. Isn't that a little precise, even for the medical examiner?

[Applause] ?? [Female Impersonator Singing]

It's in Hollywood. Starts on Monday.

Oh, I'm glad you told me.

What a pretty cat. What's her name?

A personal services contract, which is now null and void. That's right.

And nobody's supposed to know this, but Mike was trying to buy the club from Mr. Drake.

Surely murder isn't the answer.

when they'd rather be watchin' television and tell 'em how rich they're gonna be after they're dead?

Yeah, I get the idea.

Boy, you are good. I mean, you are really, really good.

[Wolf Whistles]

It's okay. I know you're a mystery writer, but I'll tell ya: You're making a fool of yourself.

that I'd be miserable and so would my marriage.

[Novak] So the murderer had to get rid of it.

But I think it'll come to me if I have a good sleep.

[Circular Saw Whirs, Hammering Continues] [Groans]

Please, ma'am? Please, ma'am?

You know what? I'd like to stay around and talk, but I gotta fly to Vegas.

Would you ladies care for a cocktail? What would you like, Vicky?

- [Growls Fiercely] - [Whimpers]

but don't you ever touch me like that again.

- Yeah. How 'bout that? - [Bird Squawking]