Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They killed her husband. One of them did, anyway...

He's not gonna be very happy, is he?

You think the boyfriend killed the husband just because he was a man.

-Don't rehearse with us. -I heard you. I just don't believe you.

Four presidents danced here.

These kinds of cases? Maddie, these...

No, I don't understand. We're perfect together.

And people say romance is dead.

No, it's all right. I think I'd rather be alone tonight.

I love you, Jerry.

But you're always up here practicing before the show.

I'll tell you something else. I don't know about you, but I for one...

-Jim-dandy. -You never heard of that?

{ wanted to see her, talk to her, hold her, touch her.

-What's that mean? -You accused a man of murder.

Addison, clearly he had more reasons to kill him than she did.

-Tomorrow. -What?

...nothing is wrong with your set.

But she was like peanuts.

I still don't hear anything.

Someone scrutinise the silly, sexy sexist.

But nothing's perfect, Mrs. Adams.

He always talk to you like that?

...we got what we wanted in the end.

She set him up, just like the bartender said, used him and tossed him away.

She went two weeks without bringing up the idea of getting rid of Jerry.

Without infidelity, there'd be no Ann Landers or Divorce Court.

Sloan doesn't think so.

I might be a lot of things: a wife stealer, a liar--

True, shmue, what's it got to do with the price of rice in China?

The more I had, the more I wanted.

-It's the signal. -Hit the lights.

How can you play that thing? It's so hot.