Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How dare you impugn my clicking.

Hey, how you doing?

- Enjoy the game. - Thanks.

- There's George. - Look at him.

Five thousand? Why would anybody buy Kramer for $5000?

...you know, I feel like I'm stealing from you.

He likes the pop-in. I've told him how I hate the pop-in.

- Elaine, just take the cap off. - No! Get off of my hat!

There's nothing to read. It's yesterday's news.

I was primed for the first row. I was gonna put my feet on the dugout.

We're not gonna show it, don't want to encourage that kind of behaviour.

Yeah. So Lenny gave me the tickets for tomorrow night.

We took him to the emergency room. The x-rays were all negative.

How's it coming?

She was a guest of my father's.

She does abstract stuff. In fact, she's painting Kramer right now.

- There's your cap! - Let's go.

Not if you have a lot of money.

They are a loathsome, offensive brute.

That's Lenny West, my accountant, who's a hell of a guy.

Oh, are you interested?

My father's the Yankees' accountant. It's the owner's box.

No, no, no. George, a deal's a deal. I want you to have it.

- Maybe you should ask him. - I don't have to.

Well, I was leaving anyway. So we're on for tomorrow?

It's a bunch of squiggly lines.

If you were going out with her, it'd be a different story.

I don't opt for happiness. I opt for happiness.

- Yeah. - Okay. Bye.

All my life I've dreamed of sitting front row, behind the dugout.

Well, fan... You know, my father-

Maybe I was wrong about her.