Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mom, he's a detective, Arredondo and Sons of Guadalajara.
Even killed.
Fair enough.
Suddenly it hit me. Maybe they were after me.
...why don't you take that load of rubbish down to the dumpster?
...I feel like I'm right back in our kitchen in Bakersfield.
...in a smuggling operation by a tour agency.
That of a person who hasn't an ounce of conviction...
That tailgater had better back off...
Speak English. Now say your prayers.
Truth is, I have gotta put some distance between me and this office.
-Finally-- -What more could I have done wrong?
Oh, don't even give it a second thought, Mrs. DiPesto.
Compliments of Vista Buena Tours.
But I don't have anything against her.
Reserved yesterday by a Sefior Arredondo.
Work?
He was such a good bus driver.
...your wit, your flower-like beauty.
-How much? -How much?
-Yes, you are. -No, I'm not.
...made it look like the jewels were stolen...
Because I'm gonna ask her to move in with me.
Why should he be?
-No. -Who can't even pull her own weight?
...the truth is, Agnes...
If you're in dire straits, we're completely enthralled.
Your ma's an operator, numbers are my life.
There was Rich and Ruth, they're from Pittsburgh.
Did I tell you to say, "lI, Agnes DiPesto, am an insignificant little gnat?
The truth is, so do I.
Get this place out of my head. I gotta clear the cobwebs.
"The blue poodle yips at the hovering Pontiac."
I can't hear you. I'll get some baking soda.