Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where'd you get your degree in pathology, Ms. Fletcher?

If we get the chance. I have been waiting for you.

Nothin' wrong with my stomach or my ears, if you are talkin' Dixieland.

I hope you are prepared, Mrs. Fletcher,

I mean, did the coroner notice any marks on his body?

I did! [Crying]

[Turnbull] I am the man that got you knocked off the air in New Orleans.

and I was hoping to make it public on Jonathan's show.

or I'm gonna go see the station manager. Fine.

[Jonathan] Maybe she isn't drinking the coffee. Maybe she's faking it.

Good day, Mr. Turnbull.

Ben bought three tickets to Las Vegas: One for himself,

Is this gonna interfere with the taping tonight? No!

Jonathan! You're two days early. The taping's on Wednesday.

'Cause I thought...

He must have something going for him.

And trust me, my friend. I can do it again. [Director] Cut! There's no pause there!

I was hoping they'd be a shoo-in. Are they inside now?

Because you're special.

Now, who gave you the permission to use this equipment for your own pers...

I'd rather have a cigarette. Gum is your idea.

Well, Jessica, there are thousands of good ones in this town. Thousands.

- Yes, I know that. - Eddie...

- Eddie? Eddie! Stop. - No.

What's your name? I'm Jonathan Hawley, from station...

spendin' it with good food, good friends, good music...

- You'll hear an evening of rare music. - Well, I don't really know...

Which one of you called this in? I did.