Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When you think you're going to get a peaceful nights sleep Your teething baby
Come on in!!!
One more! GIVE ME ONE MORE!!
-Mary. -Get out of my house. I never want to see you again.
Big game like this, I gotta go with experience. Even if it is you.
-[elastic sounds] -Hmm.
I'm your worst nightmare.
-Cubs tickets! -[screaming]
You trying to show me up, Henry?
-[sigh] This is unbelievable. -Hey, I uh, need you to sign something.
Where's your mommy kid?
-Man, you were this close! -When the boat's done I'll ask her!
He's half mine!
Cool!
-Come on, Henry. Quit playing around! -There's another ball.
Sorry! Your door seems to be malfunctioning. I'll get housekeeping up here!
Play ball.
-(imitating) Mom.
-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.
Alright cam cut some shit bud Cut some big stinky shit!
-Come on, let's go! Come on Mom! Come on! -Alright, okay!
When you ask the Sarge Who left the gun in the John?
Sweet meat pies
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.
Nice guy.
Woah.
-This is a joke. -Come on, kid!
Well, after a shaky outing yesterday, 'Mart Mill is showing confidence in the rookie by bringing him in.
Test Test
[crowd cheering]
-Hi Clark. -Hi Edith.
You are a bum, Steadman! Get him out!
-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.
-I'm going down to the field level and watch you win us the division. -Yes sir!
Let's go back to our dull lives and search for meaning
[chanting] Tim! Tim! Tim! [cheering]
Let’s go back to our dull lives … and search for meaning
A hot dog?!
Keep it up, big guy.
-So how'd you do? -Let's just say I made the play of the day.
Out!
-Oh man! He gets to talk to Ched Steadman! -Woah, what a lucky guy!
Well, if you need anything, I'll be right next door. Okay?
-You have a boat? -Yeah. Kind of.
I'm in? I'm in?
-He was just trying to make the tag! -Hey.
-I just have this feeling.
Alright!
-We're on the air!
Give him the shit! The high stinky shit!
Let’s play some golf!!
Cha-ching, Jack.
Not that hot? She's that!
About how he was a great baseball player and all.
-What'd he call me? -[laughs]
Come on, what is this? Get the game going! What's going on!
What's wrong with him? Are you a moron? You imbecile.
Henry, this is Salmart Miller, the manager of the Chicago Cubs. [gasp]
Okay, uh, honey? In bed by 8:30 and do all your homework.
What was that? You alright?
I brought in Reebok! I brought in Pepsi!
Bleacher rules - you can't keep a home run hit by the other team.
-Henry. You should be suiting up. -Well, Henry has something he'd like to talk to you about.
So?
-I don't know. Do you? -Look, I'm sorry. Let's just work on the boat and forget it.
Let’s Play Some Ball!
Is that play legal?
-Hey! Your mom's got a pretty good arm! I didn't see the floater pitch since Scuffy McGee! Bye! So long! -Bye!
[crowd booing]
Hey look! There's Becky and Tiffany!
Oh My God
-Oh! -[blows nose] Funky butt-lovin'!
You are a bum garapalo!! Get him OUT!!