Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've a fine talent for hip-shooting.
after you were alone, you changed the reed.
Well, I thought you were just wonderful. [Hec] Well, thank you.
You're the one who takes the pieces and makes them into a picture, Mrs. Fletcher.
Just a lot of dull business talk, okay?
And only by one person.
The hell you don't.
Well, me and Ben was talkin'.
Well, why didn't you say so? [Tires Screeching]
?? [Squeaks, Stops]
No. The brother died in a street fight a couple of years later.
Well, I set it up. But how did you know they were here?
Up there.
I'll take care of you. I've got... other groups.
[Chuckling] Hey!
[Chuckles]
Mrs. Fletcher, I'm truly sorry about this.
The Buddy Brunson tribute. Whose idea was that, Hawley?
Yeah, sure. But not in Ben's class.
You might get somebody in trouble.
[Laughing] No.
Hawley, please. It was a long night.
[Aaron] Ben wasn't the nicest man you'd ever meet, but he sure had talent.
I wanted a new look. Something a little, uh, fresher.
[Laughs] I wish I could see that.
Put it back. Ben!
to tape a segment for New Orleans Today.
- What is it? - Back it up just a little.
What? Smugglin'.
It's Kershaw's theory, not mine.
But I did. [Sobs]
the New Orleans Today program can be easily reinstated.
Ben... Ben didn't love her no more.
'cause she loved Ben... and Ben and me, we love her right back.
Somebody call an ambulance!
But if any of you have any thoughts...
You know how your husband was killed.
The station manager sided with Turnbull. Left me no choice. I quit.
Alan Collyer. I'm an intern at Queen of Mercy.
Ben was bad, Jessica. Long time bad and getting worse.
You're under arrest for importation of contraband.
Is that all? Oh, if I hadn't gotten stuck behind that bus...
And a philosopher to boot.
Um...
The slight color drain around his lips?
[Chuckling] I'm glad to see that your move south...
Oh, that's too bad.
Uh-huh. I don't want to see them now. Come on. I'll give you a lift.
Callie.