Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm a detective just like you.
Understand? And just because I don't want her to live with me...
Keep the sun to your back so he has to squint at you.
Thank you.
-Anyone? -There's an anyone.
Worked in a church, huh?
...steals back the smuggled goods...
Trust me, I know what I'm talking about.
...I'd be able to hold myself to a higher code of professional ethics.
Gotta take care of Mom.
I can't do this. I can't do this.
What's his area code?
...I need your help.
Jeez.
Settle down, think about this logically.
...and there's something I think you should do about your future.
The subject of my mother living with me...
-Come on, Ma. The coast is clear. -Well, well.
-I think what you really want is-- -Is what, Herbert? What I really want...
We'll talk about that later.
Okay, I was lying.
I understand. You get used to playing Monopoly in your birthday suit...
You have the right to remain silent, Bert.
Honey, your birthday's coming up.
Dad didn't exactly leave you in clover...
...maintain eye contact, make him squint.
-Sorry. -What?
...it's a little hard to change.
Actually, sometimes I think Mom's still taking care of me.
Only thing missing is Bonjour hopping up on the breakfast table...
...my morning crossword puzzle and my afternoon nap...
Oh, Mom, this is Herbert Viola, my coworker.
Got quite a hunk of hardware here. Real space-age.
Come back, I'm so lonely.
But this is my day off. Besides, I just answer phones.
Mom? Please be in there. Mom, it's Agnes.
Turn these into the police, they don't belong to me.
Bert...
Thank you, sweetie.
...except you don't have anything to do.
I know how you feel...
So how's life treating my baby girl?
Yeah, but just because I'm living my own life...
...said he'd call me back here.