Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

WHY IS THAT, COACH?

YOUR BIG OLD STAG'S IN TOWN.

NO, YOU'RE NOT.

Coach: THAT'S IT, FOLKS. LET'S LOCK UP, PLEASE.

"YOU DON'T USE A FORK WITH SOUP."

MY WAY OF SAYING YOU DID SOMETHING NICE FOR ME,

I'M GOING TO COACH'S PICNIC.

SHE KEEPS INSISTING HE'S A GREAT ARTIST.

I'M DREADFULLY SORRY. WHAT SHOULD I DO TO GET UNHAPPY?

YOU FIGURED IT OUT?

OH, WELL, YOU'RE UP TO DATE.

YOU'RE SQUEEZING HARDER!

FOR THE MOST TIMES HIT BY A PITCH.

I KNOW HIM BETTER THAN YOU DO.

FIRST, YOU BRING IN THIS AND TELL ME THAT YOU WANT ME TO LOOK AT IT,

NOW, YOU MAY REMEMBER ME FROM MY PLAYING DAYS IN THE MINORS.

IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO?

GO JOIN THE PICNIC.

AS SOON AS THE PITCHER GOES INTO HIS WINDUP,

IS OF THE HARVARD/YALE FOOTBALL GAME.

HOW DARE YOU SLAP ME?

YOU'RE DOING ALL THIS JUST TO GET ME TO SAY