Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And trust me, my friend. I can do it again. [Director] Cut! There's no pause there!

Nothin' wrong with my stomach or my ears, if you are talkin' Dixieland.

- Yes, I know that. - Eddie...

Jonathan! You're two days early. The taping's on Wednesday.

Is this gonna interfere with the taping tonight? No!

Good day, Mr. Turnbull.

spendin' it with good food, good friends, good music...

'Cause I thought...

[Jonathan] Maybe she isn't drinking the coffee. Maybe she's faking it.

Now, who gave you the permission to use this equipment for your own pers...

or I'm gonna go see the station manager. Fine.

I'd rather have a cigarette. Gum is your idea.

Where'd you get your degree in pathology, Ms. Fletcher?

I mean, did the coroner notice any marks on his body?

He must have something going for him.

Well, Jessica, there are thousands of good ones in this town. Thousands.

Which one of you called this in? I did.

I was hoping they'd be a shoo-in. Are they inside now?

I hope you are prepared, Mrs. Fletcher,

What's your name? I'm Jonathan Hawley, from station...

- You'll hear an evening of rare music. - Well, I don't really know...

and I was hoping to make it public on Jonathan's show.

Ben bought three tickets to Las Vegas: One for himself,

If we get the chance. I have been waiting for you.

I did! [Crying]

Because you're special.

[Turnbull] I am the man that got you knocked off the air in New Orleans.

- Eddie? Eddie! Stop. - No.