Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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