Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[panting]
outside Morningside Park, and then... [pop]
no matter how many stupid shit-headed insults you throw at me.
[gym noises] [people grunting]
who solved the disappearance and murder of Becky Butler?
Do you have the painting, please?
Trust me. I should know.
- Oh, and hide the real one under her-- [squawk]
[clicking] [music stops]
You see a gal in a bar,
- No.
- I know. - But why would Kreps kill Bunny?
I didn't realize how much was weighing on me until this moment.
On your worst day, you didn't drag your son
at the abandoned Chickasha putt-putt course.
which is why I look like Nick Nolte after Mardi Gras.
CINDA [on podcast]: You're listening to All is Not OK in Oklahoma.
Put 'em up. - Alright, mitts up.
- I still don't know what you're talking about.
You son of a bitch! [yelling] [rapid button pressing]
- What?
I'm so Greek, I could go bankrupt, and no one in the world would help me.
Who is Glitter Guy?
[quiet laugh] You'd make a fortune.
and your fuckin' podcasts like everybody wants to hear what you have to say.
[presses button]
I mean, if you two managed to keep
Try living on that in New York City. It's impossible.
when we were in rehearsals,
Tell me, Teddy, how many other women in the building
- Oh. I don't know. [indistinct crooner singing]
in 2015 sent shockwaves through town.
- What?
She hasn't left there in how long?
I told Roberta this, too.
I hate stupid amateur bullshit podcasts like yours.
it will literally be tomorrow's paté. [squawk]
[punches landing] [Kreps gasps]
Lemme get a beer.
- Okay, that's enough.
freelance police officers