Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Uh-huh. -It was kinky.

You're different.

Uh, Clance, ma'am.

If I were... [chuckling]

Even though you try not to let people see it.

You're the most perfect thing.

What's going on? What's going on?

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Okay.

She grabbed me.

I... I have a Dr. Pepper I've been saving for a special occasion.

No, Maxine. Maxine, stop this.

[door chimes ringing]

I want you to go out there and speak in a strong voice, like a man.

-Do it. Show me your power. -Um...

And we were eating it up.

Um, we're just warmin' up. We're just tryna find the joy.

And be the boot.

She didn't even want that.

It's really dark.

-Huh? -[laughs]

You left your bag.

Let's just have a catch. Here we go.

There's a pot on the stove. House is probably burned down, so...

and you're staying last in batting order. Thank you.

That man yelled in my face every day

-You know what I mean? -Mmm. Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean.

We're great. We're great.

Bev said to be the boot.

[Ana] Come on, Shirley, use your brain. They don't wanna write,

-Okay. Right now? We're doing... -Uh-huh. Here you go.

Um, we're fine. It's okay.

You do realize I can't be on the Peaches, right?

What is going on with you? I feel like you're a different person.

You can't just show up to where I work like that.

[Toni] We're closed.

This is scratch, so, what? Scratch. Does it mean he's got injured?

[crickets chirping]

Why did you come find me then?

Someone once told me that they don't get to decide if this is real or not.

I'm telling ya, these Peaches are playing rotten without Coach Porter.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I've barely gotten a chance to play.

Shirley, you can't keep doing that.

And that's another run for the Blue Sox.

I know what I'm doing doesn't make any sense.