Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...but she's my mother.
What are we looking for?
Check your calendar, blockhead.
Isn't that a little desperate, even for you?
The one you received in Mexico, Mrs. DiPesto.
-I wonder who that could have been. -18DI877. Licence plate.
We'll get inside, run a nice, hot bath, dump in some Epsom salts--
You benefit from the services I provide.
-I just wanna say I'm sorry, okay? -Well--
Can we get back to secretly breaking in now?
-Then it's settled. -A-okay with me.
Here we are, the Harmony Inn.
Pretty swankola.
Agnes never stops talking about you.
That's the way to rip, Parnelli.
Yeah, they're moving to Michigan to be with their son and his family.
Perhaps you have the statue with you.
No. I think I coughed once.
Take a look at the room, make sure everything was safe.
-You don't want her here. -I do too.
...to get her one in Bakersfield, she'll move in with me.
And the Ellises from St. Louis and MacArthurs from Bakersfield.
It's just that I've lived by myself for a very long time.
I mean, as a place.
Lady, I don't care if he's a...
Agnes, I'm your mother. Make a U-turn.
Wait a minute.
-Do my nails? -Do my nails.
You're living on a fixed income.
How do you do, Mr. Violin?
But you're afraid she will. Then you won't be able to sleep with me.
Well, thank you.
I can't hear you. Why don't we go out for brunch?
You left the nest a long time ago.
I'd give you the sky if I could.
I was thinking about it all night, alone...
-I have gotta get the hell out of here-- -Mr. Addison.
Of course, you knew it was my office. Just hanging up the suit, Agnes.
If the size 4 fits--
...the warm, caring person.
...was behind us on the way to the restaurant.
...or about which back the sun is at, or who was president in 1968.
Are you sure the two of you aren't sisters?
-If you like that kind of thing. -So I guess we'll just be on our way.
That one totally stumps me.
All right, everybody, into the bedroom.