Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why would you think it was you?
That must be...
Hi, Hammer.
Like my contract with the Braves, and my ligament injury.
Not much.
Forget him, Darby. Hammer reeks.
And this might be your first time...
What the hell's going on?
Can we talk for a second, please?
So are you quitting or not?
Listen, do you have any aspirin?
- There are children here. - Excuse me for a sec. What?
It's good.
Sure. Okay.
That damn pickle jar. It really did say it all.
- It's his job to come through. - Excuse me.
They could easily turn into regulars. Do you know what that means?
I was gonna put up a roof beam this weekend.
One forty-three.
It's my job...