Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- But why my house? - Because you're home, sick in bed.
Just wait till I get my hands on him.
We've gotta get to your house, and fast.
Oh, yeah. Can't miss the championship playoff.
My name is C.G. Spacely, president of Spacely Sprockets.
Tickets? They've been sold out for months.
He still has the ball. When is he going to pass it?
I'll never forgive Cosmo either. Either.
The ball is snapped back.
Oh, you poor dear.
Yes, sir. Oh, it's gonna be a wing-ding game, alrighty-reety.
Now, let's get out of here before Elroy has to file a tax return.
Just holding on. He's not seeing visitors.
- Cosmo? - Oh, yes, darling, my petunia.
Looks like a trick play.
- You asked for it. - Oh, now.
He's got it.
Hold on. I was gonna give it to my wife. It was my ticket that won.