Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think I need to talk to someone about a maternity leave.
-It's awful, isn't it? -I'm not telling you.
The right was for me. It wasn't for you.
Hey, wait a minute. You're not fooling me. I know what that means.
Wait a second, you mean his mother is a killer?
...because they know it will never happen.
-Ask them if they're looking for one. -And if they say no?
You know what we have to do.
-Hello? -Hello.
...when the wise men were trying to find baby Jesus?
You cut a stupid deal, Joseph.
No!
Shouldn't you listen to her? What are you doing?
-I think we're trapped in an allegory. -A what?
It wasn't easy for me to do.
Yeah, right on top of the delicates and fine fabrics.
-There's a first time for everything. -It costs money.
...it may be that whoever left this baby knew exactly what they were doing...
I bet the memory of that has been haunting you for years.
I think you'd make a hell of a mother.
...but I take all this suffering personally.
-Ms. Hayes? -Spending Christmas Eve...
They make up for a lot of the bad stuff.
-Ms. Hayes. -Waiting for Santa Claus.
I mean, if there was a baby and you wanted to find him...
-No kidding. -No kidding.
Clearly it means something. I wanna know what it meant.
Begins a day, precedes the afternoon, becomes Electra.
You change some diapers and your disposition changes.
Merry Christmas, Ms. Hayes.
I'm sure going to enjoy him while I have him, though.
You have the morals of a rabbit, the brain of a platypus.
Joseph.
-Murder never is. -Excuse me?
-Fine. -Fine.
Is there any way I can see this Ms. DiPesto...
-No. We have to call the police. -Why? What's the kid done?
Check me here, but you seem disturbed.