Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can't do this. I can't do this.
Thank you, sweetie.
Thank you.
-I think what you really want is-- -Is what, Herbert? What I really want...
...and there's something I think you should do about your future.
We'll talk about that later.
-Anyone? -There's an anyone.
-Come on, Ma. The coast is clear. -Well, well.
I understand. You get used to playing Monopoly in your birthday suit...
Worked in a church, huh?
...I'd be able to hold myself to a higher code of professional ethics.
I'm a detective just like you.
...steals back the smuggled goods...
Turn these into the police, they don't belong to me.
...maintain eye contact, make him squint.
Okay, I was lying.
Honey, your birthday's coming up.
So how's life treating my baby girl?
Jeez.
What's his area code?
You have the right to remain silent, Bert.
Come back, I'm so lonely.
Got quite a hunk of hardware here. Real space-age.
The subject of my mother living with me...
Dad didn't exactly leave you in clover...
Oh, Mom, this is Herbert Viola, my coworker.
Understand? And just because I don't want her to live with me...
...except you don't have anything to do.
I know how you feel...
Mom? Please be in there. Mom, it's Agnes.
...it's a little hard to change.
Only thing missing is Bonjour hopping up on the breakfast table...
...my morning crossword puzzle and my afternoon nap...
Trust me, I know what I'm talking about.
But this is my day off. Besides, I just answer phones.
...said he'd call me back here.
Keep the sun to your back so he has to squint at you.
Gotta take care of Mom.
Yeah, but just because I'm living my own life...
-Sorry. -What?
Settle down, think about this logically.
Bert...
Actually, sometimes I think Mom's still taking care of me.
...I need your help.