Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

His pitch was the split-finger skadootch.
Yeah! Kids, come on.
Hey, it's the seventh- inning stretch.
Never mind. Never mind. That's okay.
I'm very healthy.
Is that English?
because babies hands are so small?
Come here. Wait, what are you going to do?
No more cheating for anyone in this house.
What's this mean? You cutting me off, Bob-o?
He owns the ballpark, the team, Wonder Wharf.
Bob. You look glum.
Gene, you're defending your title. Are you nervous?
Come on, Wonderdog. Down, boy.
I love that burger of yours, Bob.
I want that on my tombstone. Seriously, okay?
Well, unlike you, my father made a fortune.
Win, Gene! Avenge Dad's death!
You an immigrant, Bob?
No, I'm-I'm kidding.
Oh.
and re-gift 'em for your away kids.
Torpedo Jones wants you out of his seats this second.
hiding lard in your nose
I'm fine. I'm fine. He did great.
No, he hasn't been good in a long time.
Sex Bob's Damn Burgers! Oh, my fucking God!
Hi, I'm a huge fan.
It's the seventh-inning stretch.
Smells like Angel. Angel.
and you were helping them do that sort of bad thing...
That's how his skadootch is skadootching so much.
No, you're not. I wanna be rich!
When it's regular season, it's open season, if you know
Sorry, Gene. I don't see Fischoeder anywhere.
Look, Gene, when I said it's okay to cheat,