Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The criminal is always the last to know.
You sure you don't want me to stay?
I knew what she wanted me to do.
I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
Well, I guess I better lock up.
Mouthy guy.
-Why? We're perfect together. -I have to find my husband.
What are you say--?
That's not true.
...next to a flashing neon light.
-Did you call me last night? -Last night?
I had come to the Flamingo Cove looking for a new job.
-Why don't you leave him? -Are you kidding?
-You were pretty hot tonight. -You too.
Routine question in an accident investigation.
Scrutinised.
-...neither one of us can answer. -Yeah.
Nothing is wrong with your set. I repeat...
-You've got a great lip. -You've got two.
Auntie Em?
I didn't think so.
-Hello to you, too. -Hear what I said?
That murder. Sad to think a person had to die...
It can't.
Too uptown.
Then all of each other. But this is television, so we won't get into that.
Zack...
...eating alone in a restaurant...
Chance Cash Johnny Brick Lonesome Shane McCoy.
Ready to dim the house lights and cue lights.
No. Never. I'll never give up my dreams.
I wasn't ready to stop talking to myself...
-...and not to rehearse. -You're a barbarian, McCoy.
-Mr. Bigelow-- -Go easy on him.
...it has ever been my good fortune to satirise.
-What do you got? -Good news, I think.
...we're made for each other.
They can't get enough of you.
Thought about our little disagreement yesterday?
-Sad. -What's sad?
No, we'll manage the first number without him.
Right now, take the seat up there.
Life is funny.
Ladies and gentleman, the Flamingo Cove...
...and the worst two weeks of my life.
Come on, let's rehearse, fellas.
-But time was running out. -Your time just ran out.