Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

YOU'RE DOING ALL THIS JUST TO GET ME TO SAY

I KNOW HIM BETTER THAN YOU DO.

YOU FIGURED IT OUT?

IS OF THE HARVARD/YALE FOOTBALL GAME.

SHE KEEPS INSISTING HE'S A GREAT ARTIST.

I'M GOING TO COACH'S PICNIC.

YOU'RE SQUEEZING HARDER!

OH, WELL, YOU'RE UP TO DATE.

"YOU DON'T USE A FORK WITH SOUP."

NOW, YOU MAY REMEMBER ME FROM MY PLAYING DAYS IN THE MINORS.

I'M DREADFULLY SORRY. WHAT SHOULD I DO TO GET UNHAPPY?

YOUR BIG OLD STAG'S IN TOWN.

FIRST, YOU BRING IN THIS AND TELL ME THAT YOU WANT ME TO LOOK AT IT,

FOR THE MOST TIMES HIT BY A PITCH.

IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO?

Coach: THAT'S IT, FOLKS. LET'S LOCK UP, PLEASE.

WHY IS THAT, COACH?

GO JOIN THE PICNIC.

MY WAY OF SAYING YOU DID SOMETHING NICE FOR ME,

HOW DARE YOU SLAP ME?

NO, YOU'RE NOT.

AS SOON AS THE PITCHER GOES INTO HIS WINDUP,