Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's one pitcher's mound.
-Let's go. -Let's go.
Like, um, maternity underwear?
I’m sorry to have to be so blunt about it, but I don ’t have a lot of time.
-Bye! -Bye.
They don ’t pitch on the same day...
Obviously this is in our little circle of two.
I mean, this is not the '80s anymore, right?
It's a pleasure to meet you. The children are waiting and ready for you.
Wow, that's got to be tough.
-Hi. -AMY: I have just had a phone call from Mike.
I mean, grapes are always good, right?
You shoot a lot of sports? Moving action?
We need to be sure, okay?
-Oh, fuck. -I know.
DAN: The whole Chick-fiI-A narrative is just...
why
Nobody needs to know which of my eyebrow hairs needs to be plucked.
Lion King DVD and two shots of Ritalin.
I don't know how fucking big my finger is, Ted!
I'm not doubting your fertility, ma'am.
We'll update you.
I understand that the boys and girls have a song that they wanna sing.
Orgasmic is more like it, right?
-Yeah, wraps. -Grapes.
Oh, my God.
-Have you met Ken? Ken, let's get moving. -Okay.
-I'd hold off on the maternity underwear. -Okay. Okay.
And the plan is that we got engaged, like, six weeks ago or something, all right?
Okay.
-No. -No. Yeah, okay. Right.