Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"Sauerkraut or fists." Sauerkraut? You can't spell that.

Come on, Garcia. What're you doing? Hmm?

Maybe I could pick up a Saturday shift?

Okay, okay, I...

-So, I can practice batting after Jess. -Huh? No, I go after Jess.

and I really need a chance to prove myself to this team.

You can't be their friend.

Stay and talk... Maxine! Stay and talk!

And I was fine, but...

Listen, you lead, I catch. No signs.

-Does that mean you're not serious about us? -Oh, come on, Gary!

-[knocking on door] -Hold on.

-[stammering] And you're fine. -So, we're fine then.

I'm not thirsty.

I think you might be the best pitcher I've ever played with.

I've been thinking maybe I should move up in the order, maybe after Jess?

"Scratch"? That don't even sound that bad.

My smile? My personality?

Uh-huh. Are you two okay?

Right? And not fistfights.

I mean, do you have to?

-Grab some water. -Okay. Then you should head out.

Would you sleep in the bed with me?

[speaking English] Jo, no. You, si.

Do another one.

I'm not gonna get hurt. And neither are you.

Uh, no, you're not starting.

You don't know that. You can't promise that.

-Uh-huh. -I'm Clance. [giggles]

Heh. This says Dove is gonna keep coaching us from afar.

-I don't want it and it... -Do you smoke, Mrs. Shaw?

Two peas in a pod, I'm tellin' you.