Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A scare like this must really make her miss the old homestead, huh?
May I please get my clothes from the dryer?
I know time comes when the kids take care of the parents. That's okay.
Determined enough to try my hand at international jewel theft.
I love an office romance.
They grabbed the booty.
But I'm in the wrong lane.
-Are. Are. -Not. Not.
I'm not so sure my neighbours are the helping type.
I can't do this.
Why don't you move to Los Angeles?
Besides, we didn't fail.
What is it? Come on.
...I can always dial zero.
We could share the cooking and the cleaning.
What did he say? Yes or no?
My thoughts exactly.
Keep the sun to your back so he has to squint at you.
You're right, Mom. It's nice to be--
I had a good think after you and what's-his-name left the office.
-We have breakfast. -Reasonable prices.
You were poised, practised, the picture of blind ambition?
Telling tales of your humour and your many public works.
But the potato salad's really going downhill...
-To get the hair out of the drain and-- -To clean the toothpaste off the mirror.
-Well-- -You never did like my mother.
To put out the fire.
I'm all ears.
...in a bloodthirsty quest to retrieve his statue.
Here's Bonjour.
If we stop by Ajax, we can get the address.
I'm just not sure he's the someone I thought he was.
We got what was fair. There's no shame in that.
...is for my mother to live with me? Is that what this is all about?
That's funny.
...about what my responsibilities are.
Oh, Mr. Dailey wanted me to be sure to say hello for him.
-If that's what you want. -That's what I want.
...I would like to think that under similar circumstances...
Who'd wanna hurt her? My mom's just a mom.
It never quite came out like it was supposed to.
This is Miss Hayes. This is Mr. Addison.
I just wanna keep something against you.
Bravo. Viola here, what do you got?
Mr. Addison, I don't care about eye contact...
What was all that?