Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, Mr. York. Now, is there anything you might want to add to this statement?

That's quite all right, Lieutenant. Where can I see him?

If you'd both stand here, side by side, facing me.

I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be drinking to Al Drake. [Door Opens]

but I wanna be a performer,

Are you sure these are Maine lobsters? Certainly, madam.

Mrs. Fletcher, please. Wait, wait, wait. Don't take my word for it.

Stand aside. Coming through. Step aside, please.

A man'd be a fool to sell a gold mine like this, right, Barbara?

He said, "What's the matter?" She said, "I'm chilly." He says, "Well, if you're chilly,

Mrs. Drake? Mm.

Do please accept my condolences. Your husband's death must have been a terrible shock.

Where are you goin'?

They go upstairs. They take the twin beds. Middle of the night, the secretary gets up.

- Did you see the murder? - Well, actually, no. I was sitting out front watching the show.

No. Other than the fact that you despised the man...

So you brought in the pillow from your room.

But the only way to run an office is to learn to keep your mouth shut.

Lieutenant? Oh, I'm so glad I caught you. Any result on the nitric acid test?

I thought that... Well, never mind.

I hope you don't think you have Freddy tied up for another four years.

Go away, Patterson. I'm busy.

Thanks for the lift. And don't worry. I won't say a word about what you've told me.

Lucretia Borgia in furs.

The clerk says, "Sir, Mr. Jones, I'm sorry. I only got one room left. "

That still doesn't explain why you were standing over him with a murder weapon in your hand.

Please? Look, we're gonna be married.

It was just a job. I know! Isn't it wonderful?

- Your name, please? - We don't have a reservation, but we don't mind waiting.

Look at me. What do you see? I'm not just another comedian.

Everybody saw them. Right.

I'm in mourning, Mrs. Fletcher.

[Sneezes] God bless you.

So Al Drake sees me one night. He says, " Kid, you're good. Here's a long-term contract.

He's hot because this club made him hot. Now, you tell Freddy he works here, or he doesn't work anywhere.

Why don't you just lower that odometer, you know, go in and lower it? You'll sell your car."

That's a bit longer than we had in mind. Really?

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But that's not what I'm worried about. Look, we took some lab tests.