Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's funny.
I can't do this.
Why don't you move to Los Angeles?
-Are. Are. -Not. Not.
I know time comes when the kids take care of the parents. That's okay.
My thoughts exactly.
Oh, Mr. Dailey wanted me to be sure to say hello for him.
Keep the sun to your back so he has to squint at you.
...in a bloodthirsty quest to retrieve his statue.
I'm just not sure he's the someone I thought he was.
This is Miss Hayes. This is Mr. Addison.
We could share the cooking and the cleaning.
But I'm in the wrong lane.
It never quite came out like it was supposed to.
What was all that?
To put out the fire.
We got what was fair. There's no shame in that.
A scare like this must really make her miss the old homestead, huh?
Who'd wanna hurt her? My mom's just a mom.
What did he say? Yes or no?
I'm not so sure my neighbours are the helping type.
If we stop by Ajax, we can get the address.
Besides, we didn't fail.
What is it? Come on.
You're right, Mom. It's nice to be--
I'm all ears.
...I can always dial zero.
They grabbed the booty.
I just wanna keep something against you.
...I would like to think that under similar circumstances...
I love an office romance.
-Well-- -You never did like my mother.
May I please get my clothes from the dryer?
Telling tales of your humour and your many public works.
Here's Bonjour.
Determined enough to try my hand at international jewel theft.
-To get the hair out of the drain and-- -To clean the toothpaste off the mirror.
But the potato salad's really going downhill...
Bravo. Viola here, what do you got?
...about what my responsibilities are.
-If that's what you want. -That's what I want.
...is for my mother to live with me? Is that what this is all about?
Mr. Addison, I don't care about eye contact...
I had a good think after you and what's-his-name left the office.
You were poised, practised, the picture of blind ambition?
-We have breakfast. -Reasonable prices.