Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's right, I'm in a wheelchair.
Engelberg! Engelberg! Engelberg!
Bad news for the Magic, that's what it means.
What are you doing here?
And the final score: Athletics, 9, Bears, nothing.
but I'll give it a shot.
You Lie Your Ass Off. It's The Only Way.
we win the game.
I'm so sorry.
Now batting for the Angels, second baseman
I'm a damn paraplegic.
You just know you got your shit working, you know?
Next up, number 1 4, Miguel Agilar.
Why are you talking about bodysurfing?
So I came by to check and make sure you oil your mitt.
Kelly, this field, it's for ball players. it's not for quitters.
I mean, yeah, I get it, we were a little selective.
Hey, Cleveland, thanks for batting practice.
- Uniforms? - Yeah.
Prem. Where's Prem? You're up, buddy.
Ump, time! Time.
Alrighty.
You are my TST of the year!
See ya next year bitches!
lt's called taking one for the team. Now, let's go. Come on, Garo!
you're selling that crap?
You ought to take a good look at yourself, you has-been.
Calm down it’s a piece of crap anyways
- What did you say? - You can't hear me?
Here you go.
- ls he dead? - Hell, no. He's drunk.
My dad says the only people who put ketchup on hot dogs Are mental patients......and Texans
Damn, is it 3:00? I gotta get out of here.
- Yo, what the hell? - What?
Keep your eyes peeled, man. it's your job.
- ... Garo Daragebrigadian. - Let's get that out!
You know, I was thinking, maybe afterwards,
Well, we got a lot of great athletes this year,
That's the dorkiest shit l've ever heard.
Cocaine
What does that mean for the Giants?
that you don't have so much tied up in.
Not fast enough, if you ask me.
...you're sorry too, or...?
The Bears advance to the finals this Saturday against the Yankees.
Buttermaker, where have you been?
lt's an old-school thing. Now, it's gonna look like it's coming right at you,
Pipky po chytání leskoptví.
No buns! I can have as many as I want!
- Next, number 3, Danny Patello. - Let's go, Danny!
All right.
Where's the honor and respect for the game from the former pro, by the way?
Nobody ever stood up for me before.
We took a vote. We're disbanding the team.
Way to go! We need two more, guys. Two more.
Thanks for holding the fort down, buddy.
That's lame.
Bad news for the Athletics, that's what it means.
Safe!
Strike two!
Okay! Good.
Got a smart-ass here. Burn it up.
- The score stood 4 to 2... - What a fag.
Now, it's not quite as good as the real thing,
Congratulations. Thank you.
What happened to the Barbie oven with the muffin light?
Okay.
What are you doing, Buttermaker?
lt'll be fun.
compared to the last game,
lt was a hell of a hit, son.
- What's the damn point? - Just drink it, man.
They can't even make rayon like that anymore.
Hey, it's a league bat, okay?
M-o-t-t! Go mott! Go Mott!
Yeah, well I closed the inning out, okay.
Do you want me to have a stroke or something?
A lot of brisket butt.
Yankees?
lt means you're a bag of douche, shithead.
Morris, this isn't going to work.
all players must wear a comprehensive genital defense apparatus.''
Who the hell are you, Shoeless Joe walking out of the holy cornfield?
lt's okay, Prem. it's all right, buddy. Way to hustle. Way to hustle.
I think I just entered puberty.
He's from Riki Tiki Tavi, or wherever the hell it is.
And if you graph out our errors and other parameters,
Let go of me!
There's laws against this, you know. Harassment!
Get up.
Salt Lake City.
- You know, go ahead and say it-- - You're an asshole.
Let's go finish it, huh? One, two, three!
Are you sure?
Three feet! He missed it by three feet!
I'm just gonna run away.
That’s right I’m in a wheelchair!
Slide! Slide! Slide!
- Ball. - Go, go, go!
Bad news bears Cocaine!!
you gotta stick in there. You see what I'm saying?
Mr. Buttermaker.
Well, I'm sorry.
I'm not a little girl anymore. I had my period, all right.
- Mike Engelberg. - Here.
Everyone except you, you booger-eating moron.
They don't understand the dedication that it takes to run a serious program.
Ex-Mariner, Morris Buttermaker and the Bears.
Oh, we'll be there, Morris.
What you have done for Toby and those children,
Because believe me, being a winner is just...
- Nice catch. - All right, Hooper.
Traded it all in for booze and broads, you're disgusting.
- Really? - Yeah. You just tell them
Here we go.
Toby.
- Good job, Toby. - Thanks.
Are you kidding me?
- Get out there! - You guys are a bunch of punks.
And, Jose, muy bueno, buddy.
Last time I checked, this is a baseball team.
That's okay.
Yeah, sorry.