Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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