Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Applause] ?? [Female Impersonator Singing]

- Yeah. How 'bout that? - [Bird Squawking]

Please, ma'am? Please, ma'am?

And nobody's supposed to know this, but Mike was trying to buy the club from Mr. Drake.

Everybody... Everybody in this place has got a pillow just like that. No.

[Novak] So the murderer had to get rid of it.

It's okay. I know you're a mystery writer, but I'll tell ya: You're making a fool of yourself.

that I'd be miserable and so would my marriage.

What a pretty cat. What's her name?

Fifteen minutes. Isn't that a little precise, even for the medical examiner?

It's in Hollywood. Starts on Monday.

- What came to you? - Drake wasn't shot during Freddy York's act.

But the murderer was afraid that someone would notice that Drake's pillow was gone,

Oh, I'm glad you told me.

Surely murder isn't the answer.

A personal services contract, which is now null and void. That's right.

For your own peace of mind.

[Freddy] "You're never gonna sell a car with 120,000 miles on it.

Would you ladies care for a cocktail? What would you like, Vicky?

Well, hello, Mrs. Fletcher. How nice to hear from you again.

when they'd rather be watchin' television and tell 'em how rich they're gonna be after they're dead?

You don't seem exactly broken up over Drake's death.

Boy, you are good. I mean, you are really, really good.

but don't you ever touch me like that again.

But I think it'll come to me if I have a good sleep.

[Circular Saw Whirs, Hammering Continues] [Groans]

Don't you ever speak to me that way in front of the staff again!

You know what? I'd like to stay around and talk, but I gotta fly to Vegas.

Yeah, I get the idea.

[Wolf Whistles]

- [Growls Fiercely] - [Whimpers]