Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No. That's not true. - You took it, not because the coffee was poisoned,
Eubie!
Oh, that is such a temptation. And I'm a shameless tourist.
A trumpet player with a group that Kramer's got tourin' the Orient...
buddy boy...You keep on the way you're going,
Uh, Lisa, honey, uh...
He wasn't nice to a whole lot of people. But he wasn't never not nice to me.
Just the person I wanted to see.
??[Slow Rag]
Cops. [Scoffs] That's the one thing about New Orleans that's no different from the rest of the country.
Why? Because after Ben died,
You're a great talent, Ben. It's gonna be a real shame that...
While I was doing research on my novel, Murder on the Amazon,
might have been doin' some smugglin'... couldn't nail them.
I don't like Ben much.
That's right, Eddie. The trouble is, there wasn't anything.
Looks like I made a mistake.
Well, I understand it clears the air.
introduces the Buddy Brunson tribute?
"What you had going"? Jessica, I'm pretty much a bust as a manager.
Oh, Jonathan. I am so sorry.
Do you know, if you stood here long enough,
I was saving it as a surprise. [Laughing]
Ben named her Callie because he thought Carol was too high-toned.
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.
No, no, no, no, no. Wednesday the 22nd.
And I'm supposed to be at station WDBX...
??[Dixieland: Trumpet]
wrote all your arrangements, split the last bean on the plate...
And she's not gonna embarrass the New Orleans Police Department... See how sparkling Dento-Gliss...
We're taping in a few minutes, Turnbull. Later.
played on Buddy's own "Miss Emma"...
Say, why don't we take a spin around town?
Be sure and be there now, hmm?
Lots of things. But how would I know?
- Jonathan! - Jessica!
She'd have gone through hell for him.
Much longer, won't nobody be here, Callie.
Uh, this lady is my fare, Mr. Kramer.
?? [Stops]
There's no need to make it sound like any doors are being closed.
But of course, Jonathan doesn't have a show anymore.
Lean and mean times. [Laughs]
- Narcotics? - No surprise.
which is almost impossible to trace...
by poisoning his clarinet reed.