Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

hey you bowper! you don't call bawumps baumtpy baumps without youpering the yonks in tokkyotookok with ryophobia sistanks with dowpy! oh sorry next time i'll bowendup first before tempting your vlooumpromtis.
-So how'd you do? -Let's just say I made the play of the day.
Hey look! There's Becky and Tiffany!
What's wrong with him? Are you a moron? You imbecile.
-Mary. -Get out of my house. I never want to see you again.
-Hey! Your mom's got a pretty good arm! I didn't see the floater pitch since Scuffy McGee! Bye! So long! -Bye!
You trying to show me up, Henry?
-[elastic sounds] -Hmm.
-We're on the air!
Not that hot? She's that!
-Henry. You should be suiting up. -Well, Henry has something he'd like to talk to you about.
Where's your mommy kid?
Play ball.
-How does it feel to be out-pitched by a 12 year old? -I don't care who out-pitches me, so long as we get the ring.
Come on in!!!
Alright!
-I just have this feeling.
Woah.
About how he was a great baseball player and all.
-Man, you were this close! -When the boat's done I'll ask her!
Let's go back to our dull lives and search for meaning
-You have a boat? -Yeah. Kind of.
Nice guy.
-Come on, let's go! Come on Mom! Come on! -Alright, okay!
[crowd booing]
-(imitating) Mom.
-Oh! -[blows nose] Funky butt-lovin'!
Bleacher rules - you can't keep a home run hit by the other team.
You are a bum garapalo!! Get him OUT!!
You are a bum, Steadman! Get him out!
Is that play legal?
Big game like this, I gotta go with experience. Even if it is you.
Come on, what is this? Get the game going! What's going on!
Well, after a shaky outing yesterday, 'Mart Mill is showing confidence in the rookie by bringing him in.
Let’s Play Some Ball!
[crowd cheering]
A hot dog?!
Sorry! Your door seems to be malfunctioning. I'll get housekeeping up here!
-Come on, Henry. Quit playing around! -There's another ball.
I'm in? I'm in?
-I'm going down to the field level and watch you win us the division. -Yes sir!
-This is a joke. -Come on, kid!
-Hi Clark. -Hi Edith.
-No, no, no, I mean, didn't surgery fix your shoulder? -I don't know what my shoulder will do if I heat it up again.
Okay, uh, honey? In bed by 8:30 and do all your homework.
I'm your worst nightmare.
[chanting] Tim! Tim! Tim! [cheering]
Give him the shit! The high stinky shit!
-What'd he call me? -[laughs]
Cool!
So?
Sweet meat pies
Let’s go back to our dull lives … and search for meaning
-He was just trying to make the tag! -Hey.
What was that? You alright?
Keep it up, big guy.
Out!
Henry, this is Salmart Miller, the manager of the Chicago Cubs. [gasp]
He's half mine!
Well, if you need anything, I'll be right next door. Okay?
When you think you're going to get a peaceful nights sleep Your teething baby
-Oh man! He gets to talk to Ched Steadman! -Woah, what a lucky guy!
Oh My God
Alright cam cut some shit bud Cut some big stinky shit!
I brought in Reebok! I brought in Pepsi!
-I don't know. Do you? -Look, I'm sorry. Let's just work on the boat and forget it.
One more! GIVE ME ONE MORE!!
-Cubs tickets! -[screaming]
-[sigh] This is unbelievable. -Hey, I uh, need you to sign something.
Test Test
Let’s play some golf!!
Cha-ching, Jack.
When you ask the Sarge Who left the gun in the John?