Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean...
Well, look in the back seat of the car!
-Jim King. -And your name?
-Write a letter. -You haven't been around kids.
What baby? I don't hear a baby.
That poor woman.
Why am I talking to you? Talking to you got me...
Stop that!
They were pointing the same way for once.
An apartment? A tiny apartment?
Twenty-three, really?
Gee, no toys, no crib. Where does the little guy bunk?
-It doesn't feel any different. -Excuse me.
David, would you please tell me what is going on?
This Mr. King...
I knew this DiPesto woman worked for you.
You know, it just might be.
-Keep looking? -You took the words out of my mouth.
-And Andrew. -And Andrew.
Sounds good to me.
...to find Mrs. Goodman or the baby.
-So, what did you find out? -About what?
-Murder. -l wasn't talking about murder.
-We don't know a thing. -Wait a minute, who's dumber?
Got stinking drunk three days before Christmas...
You've been good a lot?
Really?
...in this cold and lonely house alone.