Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well you hit the ball pretty good. Thanks.

Hey. He's got an arm. Got an arm? He's got an arm like a canon.

April, May, June, July, August, and September. Six months out of every year. Your blind ump.

I wouldn't do it, but I don't want to have those Damn Yankees win.

Spit? Well that's four. Gum.

I have chosen you... the most dedicated partisan of the noble Washington Senators.

You want me Benny?

I'll get a taxi. Ha ha ha ha.

I don't worry. Everybody ought to have an insurance program.

Instead of praising my Goulash. They're just praising the plays of Willie Mays.

Can't believe it, huh. But, that's crazy.

That's what I'm talking about.

Wham! One long ball hitter. That's what we need.

She's down there now trying to get a follow up on it, but Joe's ducking her.

I figure what the heck's the use. Will you listen to this guy.

We've got heart. Miles and miles and miles of heart.

Hey. Want to join up with me, slugger? I got a friend.

Let's get a lot of publicity. No no. No not yet, huh.