Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

- [Growls Fiercely] - [Whimpers]

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

For your own peace of mind.

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

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

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

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

It's in Hollywood. Starts on Monday.

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

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

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

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

What a pretty cat. What's her name?

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

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

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

[Circular Saw Whirs, Hammering Continues] [Groans]

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, I'm glad you told me.

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

Yeah, I get the idea.

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

[Applause] ?? [Female Impersonator Singing]

[Wolf Whistles]

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

Surely murder isn't the answer.