Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What are we looking for?
...was behind us on the way to the restaurant.
Of course, you knew it was my office. Just hanging up the suit, Agnes.
...to get her one in Bakersfield, she'll move in with me.
-If you like that kind of thing. -So I guess we'll just be on our way.
How do you do, Mr. Violin?
...the warm, caring person.
...but she's my mother.
Isn't that a little desperate, even for you?
-I wonder who that could have been. -18DI877. Licence plate.
That's the way to rip, Parnelli.
If the size 4 fits--
Check your calendar, blockhead.
Pretty swankola.
It's just that I've lived by myself for a very long time.
Here we are, the Harmony Inn.
And the Ellises from St. Louis and MacArthurs from Bakersfield.
The one you received in Mexico, Mrs. DiPesto.
I can't hear you. Why don't we go out for brunch?
Agnes, I'm your mother. Make a U-turn.
-Do my nails? -Do my nails.
-Then it's settled. -A-okay with me.
No. I think I coughed once.
Are you sure the two of you aren't sisters?
Take a look at the room, make sure everything was safe.
-I have gotta get the hell out of here-- -Mr. Addison.
But you're afraid she will. Then you won't be able to sleep with me.
I was thinking about it all night, alone...
Perhaps you have the statue with you.
Lady, I don't care if he's a...
Agnes never stops talking about you.
...or about which back the sun is at, or who was president in 1968.
You benefit from the services I provide.
Can we get back to secretly breaking in now?
-I just wanna say I'm sorry, okay? -Well--
That one totally stumps me.
We'll get inside, run a nice, hot bath, dump in some Epsom salts--
You're living on a fixed income.
Well, thank you.
I mean, as a place.
I'd give you the sky if I could.
Yeah, they're moving to Michigan to be with their son and his family.
All right, everybody, into the bedroom.
Wait a minute.
-You don't want her here. -I do too.
You left the nest a long time ago.