Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The baby.
Please, God, give me one.
and over time, they begin to seem ordinary.
Haley! Hurry up.
Hey! Howdy, life partner.
- I see home plate up here. - Mm-hmm.
'Cause guess what I found there? Rocks, paper and scissors.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I have to be there at 3:00 for hitting practice.
What? Are you serious?
I know. Don't be mad at me. That said, I suggest you lose this number.
Can we turn this into a baseball field? Oh, yeah. No problem.
Well, you may have seen them on YouTube under "Boy stuck in batting helmet"...
and everyone will chant my name as I round the bases.
Yes. Yes, we are.
Oh! No, that- That's bad.
And what do you need it cleaned for? It's spotless.
I can't take this stupid thing anymore!
Oh, he used it to propose to a skywriter.
♪ ♪ Phil! Claire!
Here. Give me some of those. What? No.
Gloria, you're as close to perfect as a woman gets.
It was stolen out of the car. Do you understand me?
Is you didn't believe in me, and you believe in everything!
No, move your hands up the bat.
what happened to the sweater he knit for you.
Ow! Ah. Perfect!
Oh, yeah, beautiful. Your first words to our baby: "Darlene is an idiot."
A week ago, that was all junk.