Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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