Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Even if I'm dead, I will come back and I will kill you.

- Don't remind me. - I'm just saying, now you fine though?

This is nuts. I mean, we could be pros.

- You don't need 'em! They assholes! - I literally need them.

- [sighs] - What?

Uh, but you don't even know the sights, you just got here.

- Right. - A seriousness of purpose.

Um, I feel like maybe I can find something that he can look at.

It's all right.

- [jazz music playing] - [players chatting]

- But it's like, think of another word. - I know you actually do.

I think the Cubs are playing here tomorrow.

- [Beverly] You've heard of pants? - I have!

And I did not open it, ma'am.

I bow down to you and your map-packing knowledge.

over this baseball nonsense.

Ever heard of "shut the hell up"?

[exhales heavily]

That is not the Jitterbug. That is the Jo!

So, about that...

Hello! Okay, we have 2.5 hours before curfew.

She can hit too. These girls are really good.

Even though it's a dream to play ball like this.

Oh, it's a new dance. It's called the Jitterbug.

Okay, just tell me what I wrote.

Could you see her bra?

- [Max] Let me... Stop it. - [Clance] Will you just quit it?

I don't know, my first two swings, my heel dropped too early.

- [train whistle blows] - Okay, okay.

[speaks Spanish]

- Whoa! Max! - Let me tell you that women can...

[Daryl] Look, if you don't get out of here now, I'll have you run off.

- "Books"? - Thank you, cutie.

Jo, will you take one of her bags? We gotta hoof it.

All of you, whole family.

Curfew is at 10:00 p.m. sharp.

Guys, let's hold off on the photos right now.

Do you want me to stop?

But, I mean, it's just a tryout, it's just a tryout,

Uh, Shaw. Carson Shaw.

I would not forget the pie!

- Please? - No.

I'll pretend I don't know that you're not fine,

Holy geez! They're welcoming us!

It's time for me to stop wantin' things I can't have. [sighs]

[Edgar] Well...

- I'm making the best choices... - Once this salon is yours,

But first, I wanna find your loose-lipped husband.

to be those little balls. Boing, boing, boing.

Henry, okay, I need you to send this immediately, all right?

- Oh, my God. - Excuse us.

Whoa! You got an arm like a shotgun.

[upbeat jazz song playing]

but I've always loved baseball more than anything.

- I'm gonna mist you. Ready? - [Carson] Okay.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.