Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and re-gift 'em for your away kids.
You an immigrant, Bob?
No, he hasn't been good in a long time.
Well, unlike you, my father made a fortune.
No, I'm-I'm kidding.
Win, Gene! Avenge Dad's death!
His pitch was the split-finger skadootch.
Sex Bob's Damn Burgers! Oh, my fucking God!
Look, Gene, when I said it's okay to cheat,
Hey, it's the seventh- inning stretch.
and you were helping them do that sort of bad thing...
He owns the ballpark, the team, Wonder Wharf.
No more cheating for anyone in this house.
It's the seventh-inning stretch.
Come here. Wait, what are you going to do?
No, you're not. I wanna be rich!
hiding lard in your nose
Sorry, Gene. I don't see Fischoeder anywhere.
I'm very healthy.
I want that on my tombstone. Seriously, okay?
I'm fine. I'm fine. He did great.
Smells like Angel. Angel.
Yeah! Kids, come on.
That's how his skadootch is skadootching so much.
Gene, you're defending your title. Are you nervous?
Oh.
Come on, Wonderdog. Down, boy.
Hi, I'm a huge fan.
I love that burger of yours, Bob.
Is that English?
Never mind. Never mind. That's okay.
When it's regular season, it's open season, if you know
What's this mean? You cutting me off, Bob-o?
Bob. You look glum.
because babies hands are so small?
Torpedo Jones wants you out of his seats this second.