Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-[Clance] Chips. -[Max] Nice.

When I was 17, there was this girl.

Choke on this, asshole.

It's not my job to like you. It's my job to raise you...

You're gonna throw me away too if I ain't what you want.

Tearing up your room in the middle of the night. What the hell is going on?

Head out there to sit on the bench. Thank you so much. Phew.

And then we fell in love

-[Clance] Max. -Hmm?

-Sure. -[Gracie] Good.

MLB ain't got nothing on the Negro Leagues.

Leave me alone.

-I appreciate it. Thanks. -Thank you, Ana.

It felt like I just got in everyone's head, you know?

Don't... No kissing.

we forget the rules?

Also, I have to be the big spoon.

Maybe things are changing now.

[players chuckling]

What about you? What happened with the team?

This means we actually have a shot at the championships!

Pitch it straight!

And let's have a great game out there. That was a great team-building workshop.

And you're allowing it.

Remember when we were kids and we were throwing the ball around before dinner?

She gets that drive from our side.

Exactly, that's fun, right? Okay. Everybody, pair up.

But... I trust you.

-Who was that? -No one. She just found my bag.

Hmm. I feel like half of that made sense.

Still got that plate?

So, what if, right here, right now...

-Unmarried women, Mrs. Shaw... -[coughing continues]

Listen, I know things have been weird between us since Dove put me in that game.

So, if you wanna keep playing,

Yeah. So, then she threw her money down right on the mound, and completely choked!

You were right. About baseball.

You're the new coach? No, no, no.

U, yeah. You know what, that's a good call.

[footsteps approaching]