Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Yeah, come in. -You all right?

All right, see ya later. Nice to meet ya.

instead of attempting to adjust my relationship to it.

You deleted my number?

This is Tracey, your new talent agent.

Emily's mom bought everyone consolation trophies.

But it could also ruin morale to have someone in here

You all played a hell of a game.

-That's how it works. -Then why not just try the pundit gig?

Would you care to elaborate, Roy?

All right, Diamond Dogs, as canines, we are supposed to lack opposable digits.

-What's your name? -Stanley.

You're Roy fucking Kent.

Nigella says if you butterfly the chicken, it'll be more moist.

The audience at home has voted.

There's no defense in TV.

I wanted to see how it was going.

Well, hey. Come on. Let 'er rip right now.

-Whoa. -[Keeley gasps]

But then I pretend that preventing myself from having 'em

'cause I left Man City to do this reality TV show thing,

We don't want calm athletes. We want killer athletes.

I hope that you'll be just the boost we need to get things going around here.

After Ted Danson.

Exactly. I mean, that's why you have friends, isn't it?

Since when do you care what people think?

No, my father was a lot harder on himself than he ever was on me.

-Oh, yeah, course, Mae. -Sorry!

Ted Lasso Welcome Wagon has arrived.

What do you say?

-I thought that was settled. -Well, I did too.

He's so lost, Roy. Just like you.

They're like tall Yodas.

Don't know. Back to, uh, Man City. If Pep will have me, that is.

Oy! It has been an honor coaching all of you.

[Rebecca chuckling]

But then again, so was Joshua Tree, so you know…

Watching them, you'd never know they were playing at home.