Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wouldn't be surprised if she did it.

Well, surely not me? Nor me!

Hmm. Smooth grip, Charlie. You might even get some prints.

Raymond, a table for Ms. Fletcher and her party, please.

I really appreciate this now that I'm on a budget. I just got fired.

she's having an affair with Mike.

You know, you have a wonderful sense of humor, Mr. York.

What am I supposed to do? Make an appointment?

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I suggest that? Look,

Las Vegas. Atlantic City!

That's a very attractive outfit. I've never seen it done in black.

This is my last night, and I want what you owe me.

It suddenly came to me: The feather.

I'm like the Edison of comedy. I'm Robert Fulton on the drums.

but, uh, I think you're making a big mistake.

if you insist on sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, then check on Freddy York and that bloodsucking agent of his.

This is an acting job. Two days a week on a soap.

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Which one? The tall one.

Yeah, but you're sure about Patterson and Mrs. Drake? They were out front?

I say, " Listen. I'm Freddy York. I'm the comedy star at Les Champignons. Why don't you come catch the show tonight?"

I've been on the phone for an hour. I got you a job.

I must have screamed, and he dropped it and ran out.

Mike. Michelle. The female impersonator?

- Felix. - [Sighs]

It has nothing to do with the medical examiner, Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh! Good shot! Oh, my! What a nice dog! What's his name?

Mr. Drake said I was the world's worst female impersonator,

I thought we should get our stories straight for that Mrs. Fletcher.

Yeah, but the lady here thinks you shot him before you went on stage.

She's had six best sellers. This morning she was on Bay City Breakfast,

I suppose we do have to keep up appearances, don't we, darling?

I never divulge company business. Oh, I wouldn't dream of asking you anything.

I really love him, and Howard loves me.