Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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she's having an affair with Mike.

Mike. Michelle. The female impersonator?

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

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

Which one? The tall one.

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

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 wouldn't be surprised if she did it.

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

I really love him, and Howard loves me.

Well, surely not me? Nor me!

What am I supposed to do? Make an appointment?

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

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

Las Vegas. Atlantic City!

- Felix. - [Sighs]

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

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

It suddenly came to me: The feather.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,