Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a baby.
Almost game time. Let's do it.
Oh, good thinking.
- All right. - He's such a good helper.
I mean, can you imagine losing to that guy?
Ah, yes, it's, uh, the smell of jealousy...
- You've got a dog? - Come over.
Don't you spank me. Don't you spank me.
Unless the son of Ruxin starts spouting off the scores, I think...
- That wasn't funny. You're right. - It's hilarious to you guys.
Hey, is Bradshaw around?
- Backing it up. - It's all right, buddy.
If you don't mind sanitizing your hands before you see baby Jeffrey.
I haven't seen her in a while.
Just because I'm single that doesn't disqualify me from being a godparent.
- We'll do the weekend afterwards. - No Sundays.
Hey, where's Ellie?
- Watching all the games... - No, guys. No Sundays.
I got Jeffrey on the baby cam there, so we can watch him...
- What's up, Dre? - Oh, what's up, ballers?
- Doesn't work. I don't trust you. - This one's a spy.
- Slam. - Andre, that actually doesn't play.
- You deserve that. - Yeah, I do.
We need you to take care of this.
- What do we got here? - Easy does it, sweetheart.
I'm putting it in the kitchen.
She's gonna be cooking some famous dish. That should be good.
- Six points for Ellie. - What is your filthy daughter doing?
- Great to see you. - Let's go grab a drink.