Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-PENNY: Give me that! Ha ha! -Huh?
How was your game?
I know what you're doing. You throwin' my own words back in my face.
I'm sorry, baby girl. My best player, Michael, got injured and I was desperate.
Quit trying to butter up my wife, boy!
Huh, you may be all right in football
Forget the past, Wizard.
Please, Penny, please.
(GRUNTING)
then pack up your stuff and go to your mama's house.
Ta who?
-I am so sorry, LaCienega. -That's okay
Penny? What are you doing here?
You don't have to do this, Kareem. Don't let my daddy pressure you, okay?
Whoo-hoo!
-(GRUNTING) -(CROWD CHEERING)
Of two.
Kareem, I am so sorry about that.
How do I know! I'm not the boy's daddy.
They'll make you wanna sing!
Boo... Snackers. Coach is a punk.
Six foot, six inches, sir.
Hotiana on the right.
-And, no, I'm not. -Yes, you are!
(DISTANT WHOOSHING SOUND)
(GRUNTS)
But there's Lil Jordan, Lil Shaq,
(CHUCKLES)
(GRUNTS)
-(PLAYERS SHOUTING) -Pass that here!