Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I cannot help you if you will not listen.

Apparently they show stuff like this all the time.

Like I always say, it's all about legwork.

Here. Read this one.

I can't believe I threw up on James Caan.

six offense, seven defense,

Winner goes to the Knicks game with Jimmy.

Listen, I'd, uh,

You know, I'm aware that sometimes...

Before I go, you think I could get a quick autograph though?

to the broadcaster in your story?

The James Caan?

I can't believe it. Oh, really?

I must have misdialed again.

This TV right here.

Um, nice to meet you.

She can go another time.

You wanna get that?

It's nearly game time. Who's gonna go?

No, the ball, son. The ball.

His name is James Caan.

My father was Mr. Caan. Call me Jimmy.

I really get into this game.

This is ridiculous.

You know, um...

I'm afraid I must take my leave of you now, Mr. Caan.

DAVE: A lot of smart, intellectual people watch television.

I ever met. Thanks.

You're loving it, and you know it.

Maybe you can show me into the broadcast booth now?

And...wasn't there some guy who spit on a kid?

Ah, James Caan played Sonny Corleone.

I mean, none of it interests me at all. Yeah.

Oh, sure. Sure thing.

Could I get a cup of that?

Yeah, I know that, but does he?

I got so nervous I forgot my name. Oh.