Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, no, no. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
...no one would ever suspect or search, like your mother.
...it's important to me.
Excuse me, ma'am...
Not on the quiet, dusty streets of Bakersfield.
You'd never say so...
It's nice to know I have good neighbours.
But...
It just so happens I wanted to see if the coast was clear.
-Who's that with Mr. Violin? -Mr. Viola.
Speaking of romance....
...and you should share it with someone...
You call theft work?
...offered by the government of Mexico does.
Yes, but as a fellow detective...
...but my guess is that you and Herbert...
I've got a picture of Bonjour here somewhere.
-I'd hate to think you didn't. -Me too.
I don't know what to do.
Asked me to stop by and apologise.
Your mother? That's great. Just terrific.
...coming to Agnes DiPesto.
The police should tote the note. After the collar we gave them?
Bert.
Stared at the wall and scratched my head for 48 hours.
...were doing just fine until I came into town.
I could swear that same man in that same car...
...when you leave a man undercover too long.
I know you have misgivings about it.
There's Dad.
As a matter of fact, if I'm lucky, I am not gonna know where I am.
It's not exactly music to my ears about your mother.
You know, I gotta tell you...
...you broke eye contact no less than 17 times.
Please, you can't go! My husband is a monster!
I was there once...
They take care of each other.
Okay. Give your mom a hug.
-Were we? -Anyone special?
It must sound terrible.
...other than your mother.
She's my mother, and that gives her the right to make my life miserable.
Oh, sweetheart...
But I can't keep lying to myself one minute longer...