Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Joe is never coming back. Well I think he is.
He'll choke up when he gets in a game.
And parking lot owners?
Benny? Benny, there is somethin different about em.
Get your bat.
The team has been consistent. Yeah, we always loose.
Can't tell you where I'll go. It isn't fair I know.
Uh.... Out west.
Something a matter, kid? What?
You betcha, Benny. Come on, Rocky. You tell him.
We don't sit around and mope. Not a solitary sound do we head.
Why make something out of the Yankees? They're a swell bunch of fellas and we....
I think the heats got me. You mean you really are....
That's what I reasoned. That's what I reasoned.
Like we do, I tell ya what...
Well go out there and tell him to bear down. Sure Benny.
Honestly Joe. You're gonna get yourself a heart attack if you keep this up.
Well, I'll look. But nothing will happen.
I reasoned he would be the greatest husband that a girl had ever found.
There's nothing unusual about it.
Slide. You're out.
You're out. Out. You're nuts. He's nuts.
Is Meg still up? She went to bed, a while ago.
What's the idea, that your boy can't get his shoes on?
Thnere he comes now. That's the kid I wrote the story about.
And when I got to second, everybody's waitin for me except Ford Frick.