Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...ask her how those ball boys get those jobs.

Hey, pops, isn't there a better way to spend your twilight years?

If we could just harness this power and use it for our own personal gain...

- Cut it. - George says, "Cut it."

You think you're going to the other side with "hi"?

What happened? Something must've happened.

Cut it. Would you stop signing?!

I guess you're not going to Todd's party on Friday.

Okay, listen up, people.

Two points, 30-love. 30-love.

749 Bleeker. The party's Hanks. Tom Hanks.

Well, we'll take a station break and continue with more action.

My eye! My eye!

When you control the E-mail, you control information.

Just pull over right by that stop sign.

Todd introduced us. I'm obligated.

Yes, well, unfortunately, you'll never get the chance to find out.

Yeah, I don't read much myself. Well, you know, besides the paper.

Well, I don't care. I don't want to go anyway.

You really think she'd be that superficial? - Why not? I would be.

- "Hi, Gwen. " "Hi, Tide." - High tide?

Am I fearing AIDS? Oh, yeah, sure. Who isn't?

WHATS THE ETIQUETTE? eXCELLENT QUESTION

And Mr. Tom Hanks-

- Get out. Get out! - We'll never get there.

And she says, (Oh, boy) "Love to."

So we'll swing by and pick you up.

Maybe you can stick around, and we can queef together.

To me, tennis is basically just Ping-Pong...

- Wasn't that something? - I'm deaf.