Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Doesn't it, though?

I was going over the math 23 times this morning,

when we were fighting at the Somme?

My cousin said it spreads like the flu, if it already got Jo, we could be next.

Uh, why don't we just do BP? And Lu will throw and we'll figure it out.

Yeah. Yeah, I love him.

Don't worry, Max. Bert'll make you look real good.

Because guess what? Surprise, surprise, I'm in charge.

-Right in front of our faces. -I know.

You're my pitcher.

Happens to a lot of them, actually, probably Rifle Rogan.

-It's the lower half of the face. -No one likes it.

I don't really feel like talking, Carson.

Bye-bye, Blue Sox!

Aunt... You're my Aunt Bertie?

And now she gets to coach.

[speaking Spanish] You gonna punch me if I don't move?

-[laughs mockingly] -[players quieten]

It can kinda be nice sometimes.

You ready to kick the feet clear out of their Sox?

-Slow down. -All right. Okay.

I was just doing what was best for the team. Take charge, you know?

How can I, while he's away at war, with her?

-'Cause I'm fine. -Uh-huh.

Well, I cry after every game.

Hi, uh, I'm Carson Shaw.

All right, throw one as you.

Oh. Good, actually,

Well, it's not bad.

Yeah, your throw was incredible.

Yeah. I'm not that good at talking. I promise I'll get better at talking.

When I wind up, I'm still really tight.

Feel like my head finally stopped spinning for a second.

Her and Dove were, you know...

[sighs] Just get the team back on track, or else...

-but I'm good. -Okay.

Come on, you fucking headcase!

I just want them to think I'm a good coach.

That's all you got?

You know, you may be the first player in history to start a fight

I was worried when you didn't come home last night,

Don't... Say... Scratch... Sunset. Love, Guy.

I like your fire.