Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They got a llama in one of their shows up there. The llama's got a better dressing room than this.
Funny, Mike. I was about to ask you the same question.
I've gotta talk to ya. So... talk.
Got that? That's what we have courts for.
him... standing over Mr. Drake with the gun.
You don't have friendly Fritz with you now. This time, you're gonna talk to me!
Half the people in this club wanted Drake dead, and your niece's boyfriend's gotta get tagged for it.
Mike, if we're gonna bicker like an old married couple, let's do it over something important, huh?
I guess it'll be all right. Just for a minute.
You were afraid that someone would notice that the pillow was gone from Mr. Drake's room...
He gave me notice.
Did Freddy murder Al Drake? The answer is no. Bill, Bill, take it easy.
You listen to me. I'm not particularly proud...
He wouldn't let me quit. He knew I was broke, so he held back on my wages.
Face it, Mrs. Fletcher. ?? [Radio Off]
No. And these matches, from some nightclub?
- Ah. - Howard. Howard. I got big news for ya, baby.
[Sirens Wailing]
I was looking for Miss Stevenson. Down the hall on the right.
Let's call Vicky and celebrate. I think that's a bit premature.
and Lieutenant Novak thinks they were trying to kill me,
There were at least four people who had better motives than Howard. For instance, Mrs. Drake.
No kidding!
What's this lady trying to suggest? That one of us killed Drake?
[Sighs] Is it something I said?
Now, that's one thing I am sure of.
You know, Vicky, it's not abnormal to have last-minute doubts.
- Now we're getting somewhere. - Drake was killed between 9:50 and 10:05.
You kept me waiting. Is this a sign of things to come?
[Applause] And now, the one and only,
Well, at least you got a great view. I mean, look out there. You can see Alcatraz.
I'm sure you would have.
Oh, darling, don't pout. It was merely a request, pure and simple.
[Vacuum Cleaner Whirring, Faint]
How'd you like this shoe for breakfast? Move it, tough guy.
That's when York was performing. The banging of his drums covered the sound of the shots.
[Chuckles] Sign it.
Yeah, well, you call it murder. I call it a career move.
Who writes your material? I mean, who writes this stuff? Your punch lines just don't work.
Yes. We were very close.
Look. No pillow.
Oh, Howard, I am so relieved. We've only had one killer in our family...
If I love him, how can I justify spying on him?
Hey, Princess. How 'bout a date?