Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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