Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't worry, he probably didn't see.
We're here for the tryouts.
This is really boring.
[Beverly] Peaches! Welcome to your Rockford home.
[Greta] I was thinking like this.
I will find someone to teach the women how to be... women.
What do you think the fans are gonna be like?
- Okay? - Mm-hmm. Yeah.
- You do. - I do.
[Greta] All right, close your peepers.
She does not run my life. I'm a grown woman.
- Okay. - Okay?
What in the Howdy-Doody, white Jesus, unseasoned chicken kinda dancing is this?
What?
You're looking to get slapped.
How could you? There's never been anything like this before.
I see that. Ticket, please.
My wife and I went on a safari for our honeymoon.
[all exclaim]
- I don't... This is sealed, so just keep it that way. -You're bad.
Carson, Carson!
but the question remains, will anyone come to watch?
Come on. Come in here.
If you knew already, why you have to do this in front of the whole salon?
- It's two blocks that way. - Do you know the route?
I want you to make me a promise. Okay?
[street noises]
Again.
[song continues]
and it's a free ticket to Chicago, so... And I've never been here.
Okay.
- Great. - And a stamp.
You ever heard of the flu, or...
We saw a pack a hyenas take down a lion.
- Yeah, that sounds good. - Okay.
Hello, ladies, how can I help you?
I think you know what you wrote.
What did you want to tell me?
So, how'd it go?
- Holy shit. - Holy shit.
- Don't be bad, Henry. - [Henry] Please enjoy your stay.
- Oh, right. Yeah, it doesn't matter. - It's the men's team.
You're the only one holding the map.
- You did not. I said that. - I was telling you about it.
One minute to throw for you. I promise you're gonna want me pitching at every game.
because I am not going to let you board this train.
- They're not your competition. You're not... - I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Max.
[upbeat jazz music playing]
Everyone out of your rooms, please.
- Yeah. - What did I write?
No, no, no. No, no, no Sir, please, just trust me, okay?
[cheering]