Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe I was wrong about her.

- Maybe you should ask him. - I don't have to.

He likes the pop-in. I've told him how I hate the pop-in.

Yeah. So Lenny gave me the tickets for tomorrow night.

I was primed for the first row. I was gonna put my feet on the dugout.

- There's George. - Look at him.

Oh, are you interested?

That's Lenny West, my accountant, who's a hell of a guy.

She does abstract stuff. In fact, she's painting Kramer right now.

Well, I was leaving anyway. So we're on for tomorrow?

Five thousand? Why would anybody buy Kramer for $5000?

...you know, I feel like I'm stealing from you.

My father's the Yankees' accountant. It's the owner's box.

All my life I've dreamed of sitting front row, behind the dugout.

We took him to the emergency room. The x-rays were all negative.

Well, fan... You know, my father-

They are a loathsome, offensive brute.

- Enjoy the game. - Thanks.

It's a bunch of squiggly lines.

Hey, how you doing?

How dare you impugn my clicking.

- Elaine, just take the cap off. - No! Get off of my hat!

Not if you have a lot of money.

I don't opt for happiness. I opt for happiness.

There's nothing to read. It's yesterday's news.

If you were going out with her, it'd be a different story.

We're not gonna show it, don't want to encourage that kind of behaviour.

- Yeah. - Okay. Bye.

- There's your cap! - Let's go.

She was a guest of my father's.

How's it coming?

No, no, no. George, a deal's a deal. I want you to have it.