Eddie's Million Dollar Cook Off Page #5

How's Kerry Wood Doing?

It's, Uh, It's

Going Really Good.

Later.

If You Want It,

You Can Get It

If You Choose It,

Don't Regret It

If You Feel It, Make It Real

It's What You Wanted

Don't Forget It

When You Find It

Don't Rewind It

Love-Infuse It

And You're Starting To Grow

Everybody Gets

As Far As They Go

Set Your Mind,

Tell Your Mind

You're Gonna Get There

Pick Up Yourself

You're Gonna Come True

It Was Still Pretty Close.

And It Was Only

Our Second Loss

Of The Season.

Usually We've Had,

Like, 5 Or 6 Losses By Now.

Guess I Was Just

Getting Used To Winning.

Are You Blaming Me?

Hey, How Could We

Blame You?

You're Still Better

Than All Of Us

Put Together.

Maybe We Just

Want It More.

What Is That

Supposed To Mean?

It's Weird.

What's Weird?

It's Weird That

You'd Rather Bake Cakes

Than Play Baseball.

It's Weird That You'd

Rather Read A Cookbook

Than A Comic Book.

It's Just Weird.

I Thought We Talked

About This--

Yeah, I Know,

You Like It.

But What If I Suddenly

Said I Liked Playing

With Dolls?

You Used To

Play With Dolls

All The Time.

What?

Don't You Remember?

In Kindergarten,

You Brought Your

Sister's Barbie To

Show And Tell

Like, 3 Times.

Now, That Was Weird.

That Is Not The Same

Thing And You Know It.

See Ya.

Yeah, Well,

I Gotta Go.

If You Want It

Everybody Gets

As Far As They Go

You're Starting To Grow

If You Want It

Then Get It

If You Choose It,

Don't Regret It

If You Feel It...

Oh, Eddie,

I Really Think

This Is Your Best

Effort So Far.

Thanks.

Oh, I'm So Dead.

And You're Starting

To Grow...

Let's Go, Frankie!

Come On, Frankie!

Hey. Sorry I'm Late.

I Didn't Know

A Souffle Takes Over

An Hour To Bake.

What's The Matter?

We're Losing.

By A Lot.

That's Nothing.

Marcus And Kimberly

Are On Base.

I'll Just Hit Them Home,

And Then We're Only Down

By 2 Runs.

Umpire:
Strike 3!

You're Out!

Ok, Jordan, You're Up.

Jordan.

No, Come On, Dad,

Put Me In.

There's 2 Outs.

You Missed 3 Innings.

You're Out Of The Game.

Out Of The Game?

Come On, Can't You

Make An Exception?

Longo...

Is There A Souffle

Exception?

Nope. Just One

For Apple Pie.

Umpire:
Strike 3!

You're Out!

Ok, Everybody Out

On The Field.

Hannah, Keep Playing First.

Db, You Take Short.

Come On, Groundhogs,

Let's Go!

Come On, Guys.

Hustle, Hustle, Hustle!

Db:
I Figured It Out

Last Night.

Even Though

We Lost Yesterday,

We Just Have To Win

One More Game,

Then We Get To Play

The Eagless

For The Championships.

Ok, That's Cool.

Yeah.

Hey, It's The Hogs!

The Only Team With

Their Own Chef!

[Laughter]

So...What Are

You Gonna Do

On The 15th?

What?

The 15th.

If We Make It

To The Playoffs,

That's The Day

We Play The Eagles.

And It's Also The Day

Of Your Cook-Off.

So What's It

Gonna Be?

Well, I--

Yeah, That's

What I Thought.

Hey, Why Are You

Mad At Me

For Something That

Might Not Even Happen?

Why Don't You Go Sit

With The Girls,

Swap Recipes?

Here's My Applesauce.

Maybe You Can Bake

A Cake Out Of It

Or Something.

Or Something.

Food Fight!

[Shrieking And Laughing]

You're Just Mad

'Cause You Couldn't Win

A Baseball Game By Yourself

If Your Life

Depended On It.

I'd Rather Win

Like A Man

Than Cook

Like A Girl.

Come On,

You're Teammates!

Not Anymore.

I Quit.

Eddie, No,

You Can't!

[Whistle Blows]

[Whistle Blows]

I Don't Care What You Say,

But That Was Definitely

The Greatest Food Fight

Of All Time.

I Mean, I Just

Felt So Free--

Ok, So...

I'm Not The One Who Has

To Clean The Cafeteria

Every Day

For The Next Month,

But If You Look

At It My Way--

Frankie.

You See?

There?

Like That.

Is That Applesauce

In Your Hair?

Yeah, I'm Baking

A Cake Later.

How Much Longer Do

We Have To Do This?

Where Do You Have To Go?

I Hear Your Baseball

Career Is Over.

Ok, Focus, People.

Focus, People. Hmm?

This Is Crunch Time.

Magic Hour Is

Just A Week Away,

And Neither Of You Can

Chop To Save Your Life.

Ok, Now.

When It Comes

To Julienneing,

There Are 2 Schools

Of Thought.

There's The Ultra-Skinny

French Toothpick Style,

And Then There Is

The More Robust

American

Matchstick Style.

Now, Each Has

Its Pros And Cons.

This Is So Stupid.

Who Cares How Big

They Are?

Who Cares If They're

In Cubes Or Stars

Or Little Sticks?

They're Carrots!

And No Matter What

You Do To Them,

They're Going To

Taste Like Carrots.

This Is A Total

Waste Of Time.

Hey!

I'm Guessing

There's More.

Yeah, There's

A Lot More.

I Hate Not Having

Any Friends.

I Hate That My Dad

Can Barely Look At Me.

I Hate That My Brothers

Tease Me.

I Hate That Everybody

Makes Fun Of Me

Because Of This

Stupid Cook-Off,

And More Than

Anything,

I Hate Chopping Up

Vegetables.

Are You Through?

You May Hate

All Those Things Now,

Eddie Ogden,

But I'm Guessing...

That Deep Down,

You Love Cooking Even More.

So Don't Talk Yourself

Out Of Doing This

Just Because--

Look, Forget It.

I'm Done.

I'm Going Back To Where

I'm Supposed To Be.

Eddie--

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

Do You Think That's Why

Everybody Makes Fun Of Me?

Because I Love To Cook?

No! Oh, No.

There Are Plenty

Of Other Reasons.

Ok, Back To Chopping.

Ok!

I Don't Want To

Psych You Guys Out,

But We Beat The Cougars,

And We're In

The Playoffs! Huh?

[Cheering]

Yeah! Ha Ha!

Where's Eddie?

Baking Cookies.

Ok, Now, Look.

I Know You Guys Can Do This,

But It's Gonna Take

A Little Strategy.

First, Keep The Ball Low

And Down

The Third Base Line.

The Cougar Third Baseman--

He Can Catch Anything,

But He Throws

Like A Real Girl.

He Can Barely

Get It To First--

I Throw Like A Girl.

What?

I Throw Like A Girl

Because I Am A Girl.

Hannah Throws

Like A Girl, Too.

She's Just Good At It.

Kimberly, That--

That's Not What I Meant.

Why Is It A Compliment

Every Time You Say

I Run Like A Boy,

But An Insult When You

Say I Run Like A Girl?

Can't I Just Be A Good

Runner Or A Bad Runner?

You Are A Bad Runner.

I Know That.

Everyone Knows That.

But It's Not Because

I'm A Girl.

It's Because I'm

An Uncoordinated Dork

Like Marcus And Jordan.

Both:
Hey!

The Cougars' Third

Baseman Can't Throw,

Period.

Ok.

If There Aren't Any More

Unresolved Issues--

My Dad's A Nurse.

What?

You Made Fun Of

The Eagles' Coach

For Being A Nurse.

Oliver, I'm Sorry.

I Didn't Mean Anything--

He Saves People's Lives.

My Father Is A Florist.

And Why Do I Have To Be

One Of The Guys?

Can't I Just Be

Part Of The Team?

Hey, What's Everybody

Standing Around For?

Db:
What Are You

Doing Here?

I'm Here To Play

Some Baseball.

This Is Where

I'm Supposed To Be,

Right, Dad?

Well--Right.

Definitely Right.

And Since

That's Settled,

Let's Go

Win Ourselves

A Ballgame!

Yeah!

[Cheering]

[John Fogerty's

"Centerfield" Begins]

My Old Man Was

A Hairdresser.

Well, I Beat The Drum

And Hold The Phone

The Sun Came Out Today

We're Born Again

There's New Grass

On The Field

Just Rounding Third

And Headed For Home

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