Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I spent the night in your hall last night.
~The baby? -There was a 6-month-old boy.
DiPesto, 723.
-She's definitely somewhere. -This is terrible. This is awful.
You folks live here?
-S0? -S0?
-About your attitude. -About what?
You call the phone company, I placed an ad.
I don't know.
-Who is he? -Fifty bucks for this costume...
It's okay. I didn't get you anything either.
-Reuben King. -Three Kings.
-I don't. -You don't, you don't.
"Yeah, sure, you suppose"? What's the matter?
I'd never been without my son before.
-I think you'd better go. -Can I ask your friend some questions?
-Hey, I wish I could. -You do, huh?
Oh, yeah, that's right. You live alone too.
We just wanna be sure there's been no foul play.
-You think so, huh? -Yes, I think so, huh.
...with a baby...
-No, huh? -No, Maddie, you see...
"A star in the sky will guide us right to them."
It was getting dark.
That would give her an evening with that baby.
Right. We have to get them involved. Tell them what happened.
Three Kings.
I did?
Thanks, kid.
...the way the office is decorated.
David, look at my life. I live alone.
...because where that baby is, the mother is going to be.
-Something like that. -Let's keep looking.
Hello, Ms. DiPesto.