Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, thanks for having us.
- Molly's pregnant. - Mr. Myerson just announced you got the promotion.
Benny boy, I still can't believe you're not at the Yankee game.
Excuse me. Sorry.
- You went last year. - You guys want Yankee tickets? You wanna talk Yankee tickets?
Yeah.
Yeah, that's kind of the way I like it.
You're rooting for her relationship to fail.
Yep, this smells like the year.
You know, when you're getting ready in the mirror, just when you're about finished...
Here's the pitch.
- How'd they do? - No, no. La, la, la, la, la!
Yeah, and they're growing like crazy...
- Lindsey, this Ben guy has got such a good vibe. - Good.
- That had to hurt. - Oh!
Gah!
You said it yourself. Relationships come and go, but the Red Sox are forever.
Yeah. Besides, why does everything in my life have to be a trophy?
- You know. - Deep breaths, Ben.
You missed the greatest game ever!!
Hold it. Hold it.
I'm sorry, Uncle Carl.
Come and get 'em at Cerrone Cadillac.
I was, um, just trying to get comfortable.
Wow!
Timlin ready to face the left fielder, Hideki Matsui. Timlin to the belt.
A tip, Ben. When your girlfriend says, "Let's go to Paris for the weekend," you go.
All right. Okay. Here. Pick your head up.
Wh-What's wrong with the schoolteacher?
What's the matter with you?
Oh, God. She's making a federal case about it.
I came here for a reason. All right. Look. I love you, Lindsey.
- Yeah. - Okay.
I'm late.
Well, what else could I say? It looked ridiculous on you. A man your age-
when they wheeled out Ted Williams at the all-star game... Old men crying...Tears...
Jack is leaving the company next summer.
Yeah, he's aged horribly. Hey, the Belnaps.
Taking me to Paris?
No, not so much.
You finish your evening. All right? I'll hang out here...
- And he's nothing like the guys you usually date. - I know.
Dwight Evans parked a couple homers, the Sox won...
Al I right. You've been waiting al I year for this.
Ben!
I do?
Is it so horrible that I want my parents to like you?
- Y- - Let's just talk about it when I get back.
Saturday. Schilling's on Friday.
He’s not a genius this one. No!
Then we gotta play the Yankees in the House of Pain.
In the top drawer.
Oh, God, no.
- Ironic. - Ironic?
Hold on. I think it's Troy. It's really noisy.
- How's this, Ben? This is dancing for tickets. - I'm dancing, Ben.
Armbrister runs into Carlton Fisk, costs us the Series.
Carl wasn't the kind of uncle who was gonna take you to the circus...
Behind the bag! It gets through Buckner!
I'll buy your seats.
- She's more competitive than I am. - I am not.
You broke my heart, Ben.
No. I mean, like, forever. For 125,000, it better be forever.
to the American League Championship Series...
Why? Because of this?
I think it's going good the way it is, you know?
Remember, this Saturday is fall tryouts for next spring's J.V. baseball.
This is an historic night, Natalie.
Well, you pretty much know the rest.
The Boston Red Sox are world champions.
Give her a little credit. She's pretty impressive.
Everyone says, "You going out with Pukey tonight?" I'm like, "Yeah. Why?"
When the whole baby thing happened, I admit I froze.
You know, how many kids are we gonna have?
I'll skip down because the first six are all body parts.
Are any of you in the habit of looking at numbers-
- All right. Bye-bye. - Honey-
But she's great. She's great.
April 1912.
I- I never miss a game.
Oh. So it's a double date. Well, that's- that's perfect. That's great.
What? Wait. Are you saying that she's out of my league?
Go ahead.
Peanuts! CrackerJacks!
- That's the way it works, you know? - Hmm.