Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And what exactly am I looking for?
You know, "Grandma, don't die because...
Low blood sugar. I didn't eat yet.
Yeah, but... something's not quite right.
- I thought you took that away from him! - I did!
Into the ninth.
- Whoo-hoo! - Hey! Hey!
where he didn't know nobody.
In fact, my friends, they call me "the seagull. "
I call you Lindsey...
- Hey, how'd it go last night? - Fabulous.
None have been successful so far against this powerful Yankee offense.
And what they do- You know what?
How- How late?
Whoa, this is like- This is unbelievable.
I have a meeting at 5:30 and had to leave work at noon to meet you here...
Oh, thanks. They were- They were great.
This is quite a little group you have here.
- Are you- Are you on a date? - No. It's-
We're conferencing Amanda. She's home sick.
I want my sponges back.
a little train engineer hat.
Come on! Come on! Use your brain!
Oh, God. If one of the windows would open, I would jump.
I don't think that I should go to the games anymore.
Remember. The Deluxe on Chandler and-
I'll hold him if you want.
- That's when you're in Baltimore, right? - Yeah.
So what am I saying? That it was all karma because Lindsey came back to Ben?
I kind of envy these guys.
Hey. Just slow down a second, okay?
Well, when I say lost, I mean it's time that I have to make up.
No, they didn't find anything. She's fine. I swear.
Peanuts! CrackerJacks! Who wants-
But now Lindsey's career has skyrocketed, so she's more successful.
You coach the team, and I help out whenever I can.
Al Waterman. Have a sponge, young man.
Steve Levy is in Fort Myers with some of the members of the set...
I mean, you have wants and needs.
Damn it!
- Lindsey, please. Let's go! - Wait. You mean, like, um, for today.
Shh. My story. Stand by.
Okay. Okay.
Come on.
You know what you need to do? You need to go to his apartment and go through his things.
Am I wrong? Am I wrong?
Now I'm gonna take a chance. A big one.
Your mother's hysterectomy? I put her out for free, remember?
Come here.
Will you stop saying that? Okay?
- That's a ploy. I know it's a ploy. You're in center field. - Fine.
Road House.
- a BlackBerry, a pager, nothing? - No.
Wait a second. I was just thinking about it. That's all.
- They're eating. - So what?
- Can I borrow these for a second? Thank you. - Yeah.
- Oh. None for me. - Oh, come on.
I mean, this is as more as there is. There is no more.
- Linds? - Mmm.
And they went, and lo and behold
I don't want this.
Let's all pray for a boy.
Oh!
Floyd the Barber, we're not in Mayberry, okay? Thank you.
All right. I thought of a million different reasons why I shouldn't be a father.
What, you'll be waiting for me?
The Red Sox don't get divorced.
It's like- Not- Not baseball.
And then he got cancer and he died.
- No, no, no, I really think you've got something here. - Me too.
What, did you buy out the bookstore?
How you feeling?
I thought you were becoming a teacher.
and the dating market is, shall we say, bearish.
- Really? - Yeah. After all, if I want this promotion...
We got 'em right here, folks. Come on down. Cut your deficit and balance your budget.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, shit.
Oh, that's easy. First we gotta beat Oakland or Anaheim- on the road.
Yeah? Anything good?
I figured it wouldn't matter, but every year during Easter vacation...
I'm sick. Come back. I'll call you tomorrow. Go away.
- Bottom of the 10th. - Swing and a fly ball to left field! Way back!
- Nice to meet you. - Yes, yes, I've been waiting for you.
Wha-Wha-
Uncle Carl didn't have any children of his own...
Well, you're welcome. Thank you.
You love the Sox.
A race to the bag. Rivera is there.
No, it's okay.
I'm sorry. Let me explain.
I'll tell you why.
- Thank you. - Al is the first guy I ever met...
Where does fantasy football rank in your life? I’d say FF, sex, and breathing.
My parents are here!
Eventually.
- This is worth tickets. - I'm not dancing. This is totally stupid, man.
This is an insane asylum.
The one game you missed!
Yeah, thank you. Can I talk to you about something really quickly?
- No, Dave- Dave Johnson. - Jensen.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah. My uncle left them to me. - Behind the dugout?
- Yes. - Really.
The truth is I- I like it here.
Awesome! Whoo-hoo!
Ooh, stop it. You're killing me here.
Oh, my God.
- I'm not. - Yeah, well, you know what? Look. I'll call ya.
- And how cute is he? - Yeah? Well, I'm really glad you guys feel this way...
- Hey, Linds. - Yeah?
That's Pesky's Pole. That's this guy Johnny Pesky.
Now sit right here. Oh, God!
I just found out this morning, so it's been a rough 24 hours.
Hey!
Here comes Knight, and the Mets win it!