"I've called you all here, because well, your all I could muster..."
"Yes Jamie, he is pretty, as pretty as the day dawns on a fresh summers morn"
In this image the ball drops down, Torres is preparing to hit it and Babel's look says "Nooooo, not my balls!"
Actually thats just the natural look of fear and confusion Babel always has when faced with the opportunity of possession of the ball.