Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wouldn't tell a soul. Well,
Michelle, we have to do something about your lighting.
And what kind of transfusion led him into life insurance?
Ba-dum-bum.
But I thought... Ohh. Now, don't ever say you heard this from me,
it will be the insensitivity and arrogance of the city's homicide division.
Well, if he'd worn gloves, his fingerprints wouldn't have been all over the gun.
Of course!
- You know me? - By now, everyone at the club knows you.
Well, never mind. I'll tell him. You go back out front. [Freddy Continues, Indistinct]
But you're innocent. I don't have a job!
You'll get it when you're finished. I'm finished.
Uh, a very famous mystery writer.
You worried about me, Mike, or just fantasizing?
And now, the moment we've all been waiting for,
so he put this one there to cover his tracks.
I think you made one very serious mistake. I don't have time for this. I have a plane to catch.
You already know we are. [Sighs]
[Jessica] Yeah. I was just wondering how the nitric acid test came out.
- No. He was dead when I walked in. - Well, I'd like to believe that.
Enjoy the show, ladies. Thank you.
All I could see was my picture on page one, getting busted in a dress.
Look. Just get it done, okay? Bye.
Oh, he didn't? Who did? The bird?
The rope that was holding the stage light was eaten through by acid.
Well, we can still make it very festive... flowers on each side of the altar...
Oh, congratulations. Thank you.
His wife? Yeah.