Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I will be your chaperone for the season.

Tuesday's too late, sir!

and I couldn't think of what else to talk about.

He looks a little boring, though.

I'm, uh, gonna show Danny here some of the sights.

[people chatting]

Where would you be without me, bird, huh?

No, you're clearly going to tryouts.

Well, actually, I think my form is a tad bit better, but...

- Mmm. - Okay, so she's mad.

Ma'am, I can't let you board this train, it's technically already left.

I think you are running towards your destiny.

Wow. Is that where you're from? I've always wanted to go.

- We're pretty all-American. - Yeah, we American.

No. Can't I just want something normal, like a couch?

- I'm right here. - Shh-shh.

[sighs] I didn't know this many girls played ball.

I'm literally four billion times the player you are!

Yeah. Of course. Of course.

But I just kept thinking, "You can't, you're a married woman."

- If you could just... Her arm. - Shut up.

- We say "actually" a lot. - I know, we say. 'Cause we a we now.

But that's very chivalrous of you to worry about us being lost, sir.

- Are you kidding me? - Do it.

I just ran away like I was possessed or something.

And how is he in the sack?

[♪ Big Brother and the Holding Company: "Piece of my Heart"]

is into you, and you just ignore them.

Wait, Greta. Where are you going?

Okay, it's not his fault.

Well, I've never met anyone like you.

I said, obviously she went to those tryouts. I knew it all along.

You gals get lost on the way to the South Side?

Yeah, well, maybe they'll make an exception for people as good as me.

Okay. Well, you can just pick that up in Boise

- You know too? - Well, Guy bought that good pork.

and we're gonna be fine. So, since we fine, can I, uh...

Things are changing pretty fast, huh?

You know what? Maybe we don't talk

Maybe. I don't think I look that different, though.

I read what you wrote.

It doesn't matter. I'm a woman.

I mean, I could be competition, I think.

- Doink! - Oh, thank you. I'm gonna save mine for later.

There you are. I'm sorry, Guy.