Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-No. -You're lucky.
I said, hit the lights!
-Who's the canary? -That's my wife, Rita.
...a woman second, in that order.
All right, everybody stand by. One minute.
One, two, three.
That was great.
Tomorrow.
-Where do I sit? -Late again, in the audience.
I need to ask Mrs. Adams a few questions.
She had quite a mouth on her, too.
I still don't hear anything.
I can tell you exactly when Rita came into my life.
I can't live for the brief moments when we're alone. It's too painful.
Peep.
Me either. It's silly to get worked up over a question...
...the picture on your television screen...
A silly sexist.
-Excuse me? -Mow it down...
-l suppose. -What do you mean, suppose?
I guess the only way to get rid of Jerry is to get rid of Jerry.
I'd never murdered anyone before. I had so many questions.
I never played so well in my whole life.
You just gonna watch, or you plan to use that thing?
I don't think he thinks much of me at all.
Sexist.
That's sad.
It takes my mind off the heat.