Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

ls she out?
Take me home, Mama, and put me to bed!
Strike!
-Why are you running? -You can go faster than that.
Her motto.: Do or Die
Here's the pitch.
But you're going.
You big lush
Pick those suitcases up! Come on!
When you thinkyour the ONE
Will you shut up?!
Taking a little day trip?
I know the goods when I see the goods...
Mr. Goosatelli shan't be returning.
When?
Come on!
Ellen Sue!
My name is owwwwennnn
Why am I the only pet on this bus? What are we waiting for?
Peaches are down to their final out.
Nice retort. Tryouts are in Chicago. it's a real league, professional.
She's heading past 2nd.
Every booger is better inside my ears
Shut up, Doris.
Don't drink!''
One more!!!!
Way to go, whatever your name is!
Who’s Lou?
No, Hitler. Yes, Bob.
What are you giving her to read?
...Because I Couldn't Figure Out Why You'd Throw Home...
They're great.
...but how Dottie wouldn't come without her kid sister.
That's the final out.
Hit the showers!
No, Sir. I've Quit Eating. You've Seen The Error Of Your Ways? No, I Just Can't Afford It.
Excuse me.
Kit, listen.
What every director wants to say to this client
Have trouble with the bears, did you?
I've been traded to Racine
That sounded good.
. .
Milky white breasts
This week in the world of sports.
-What kind of a thing is that? -What's it mean?
Kiss my big hairy ass.
Alice, you're killing me! You're killing me Alice!!!
Quando alguém diz que você não pode fazer algo...
Beautiful!
-What is her name? -Dottie Hinson. D-O-T-T-l-E....
There's no crying in lawn care!!
and i thought... oh this is the local horses.
You're still a name. You step out of the dugout before every game.
Beware of Moms.
I’m singing to Nelson. Ain’t I baby?
When Betty's in trouble, you back her up every pitch!
I have Bob. I don't need this.
your still missing the cut off man!!!
Ladies...
Mom died a couple of years ago.
God knows we have to work
When Dewine tries to lock us up again!
That one hurt So long, milkmaids
Daddy, I’m married a Plastic Surgeon
-Where is he? -l can't believe he's our manager.
Stay away from me. Leave me alone! That's what I want you to do!
Who doesn't?
Because there's no crying in baseball. No crying in baseball!
The kid ate the lineup!
...Mae Mordabito!
-What's the problem? -l don't want to talk about it.
We are.
Man on the floor!
-l heard that! -You misunderstood.
Really!
I haven't got ballplayers! l've got girls!
A slick play by Alice Gaspers and there's 2 gone...
Come on, Mom. You'll get to see Aunt Kit.
I want you to manage one of the new girls' baseball teams.
Hinson should have no trouble with this.
l'll miss you.
Stilwell, you gonna stay out here or come in the dugout?
Lay off the high ones!
What are you, stupid?
No, sir. l've quit drinking.
lf you have trouble, you know who to blame.
Play ball! Dirt in the skirt!
Gotlander's pitch...
And sit.
I smile...
There are 38 girls getting tickets home...
Besides, these are your old friends.
Ow! Stop stop please stop Octopus! What are you doing? Wolf get out of here! Oh no!
Get an organ grinder. I can hop around and dance.
I'm singing to G! Ain't l, baby?…YOU SURE ARE
Sometimes It takes a village
Better luck next time!
Fro Fro
One more !!
Alice, you're killing me. You're killing me, Alice!
You see, how it works is, the train moves, not the station
I'm coming--
Strike 2!
A lady reveals nothing.
To play
Here's the pitch.
To play
-That's better. -Where's Kit?
You stink.
Nothing.
Sip.
...felt like l...
You treat me like one.
With all your faults
We'll let you know.
All right.
When I found out George Michael died....
I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. I am trying my best.
Whatever you do make it painful! Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah! Painful!
He's....
You'll play baseball.
Can you read, Honey?
This is it, folks. One game for the whole ball of string.
lf your knees are up to it, go ahead.
Nice throw!
-You never see each other. -We still won't.
NO NO NO You misunderstood me!
We may have forest fires But we got no bomb cyclones, suckers
Why do you gotta be so good?
Alice ''Skeeter'' Gaspers says...
Yes, she is. Are you deaf?
Stop thinking with your tits. Batter!
I singing to Nelson
Down.
Please?
THERE’S NO CRYING IN FÚTBOL!
Jimmy, come on.
Po Po Po Po Power with BEARGLOVE!!!
Hey, coach.
That's That Lump Three Feet Above Our Ass, Right?"
I never cared for the game, but I love grass.
And that's the ballgame!
Mae's gonna poison her dinner.
Down.