Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Reserved yesterday by a Sefior Arredondo.
Oh, don't even give it a second thought, Mrs. DiPesto.
Why should he be?
...made it look like the jewels were stolen...
-No. -Who can't even pull her own weight?
...I feel like I'm right back in our kitchen in Bakersfield.
That tailgater had better back off...
Did I tell you to say, "lI, Agnes DiPesto, am an insignificant little gnat?
Because I'm gonna ask her to move in with me.
Fair enough.
Speak English. Now say your prayers.
...why don't you take that load of rubbish down to the dumpster?
Work?
The truth is, so do I.
...in a smuggling operation by a tour agency.
Mom, he's a detective, Arredondo and Sons of Guadalajara.
I can't hear you. I'll get some baking soda.
Truth is, I have gotta put some distance between me and this office.
-Finally-- -What more could I have done wrong?
If you're in dire straits, we're completely enthralled.
He was such a good bus driver.
-How much? -How much?
Get this place out of my head. I gotta clear the cobwebs.
Compliments of Vista Buena Tours.
Even killed.
There was Rich and Ruth, they're from Pittsburgh.
"The blue poodle yips at the hovering Pontiac."
Suddenly it hit me. Maybe they were after me.
...your wit, your flower-like beauty.
-Yes, you are. -No, I'm not.
But I don't have anything against her.
That of a person who hasn't an ounce of conviction...
...the truth is, Agnes...
Your ma's an operator, numbers are my life.