Frank: You've got a heck of a team Donnie Dum Dum: Thanks Frank. You really think so? Frank: Oh yes. They must be. Even with your inept, and very questionable managing decisions, they still figure out how to win. Dum Dum: What do you mean? Frank: Never mind. (Walks away muttering 'dumb fuck'.)
REPORTER: "Hey Yasiel, are these some of the new members of the Jr. Dodgers Fan Club." PUIG: "Nah, just more of the kids Crawford fathered out of wedlock."
CAMERAMAN: "Hey Tommy, how about smiling for the camera?..." TOMMY: "Hey asshole, how about getting that god damned mother fucken camera out of my fucken face before I kick your stupid god damned mother fucken ass, you stupid god damned mother fucken piece of mother fucken shit!!!" CAMERAMAN: "Oh, sorry Tommy." TOMMY: "Go fuck yourself, you fucken piece of shit!!!"
SVS: Hey Matty. You're ready to come back? Why don't you have a seat right here. You will love it. It has you name written all over it and it's all about you.
KEMP: "What up, Orel. Give it up!" OREL: "Put your hand down bkitch!" KEMP: "Come on, Dawg. Don't leave a brotha hangin." OREL: "Dude, the only thing that'll be hanging is your Achilles if I touch your brittle ass!" KEMP: "Damn, dude. That's harsh." OREL: "Not as harsh as you hitting .113 against minor-league scrubs and then proclaiming you're ready."
DEE: "Damn, I hate it when I can't think of a word." KEMP: "Damn nigga, iz u stupid? There's lotz a werdz I can think of." CHONE: "Not just any word, fool. He's trying to think of a specific one." DEE: "Um, um, uh..." KEMP: "Yeah, which one?" CHONE:
MAC: "Now let's pretend these two balls are your testicles..." JOC: "Okay, but then why are you fondling them?" MAC: "Fucken hayseed, pay attention to what I'm saying." JOC: "Sorry bro, I just don't like the idea of you holding my nads."
JOC: "So who's job are you going to take?" SEAGER: "That motherfucker right there. How about you?" JOC: "Haven't decided yet. But I've got a lot of idiots to choose from." SEAGER: "True dat."
RYU: "Hey man, have you seen my bike?" EQUIP MGR: "Bike, what bike?" RYU: "Come on, I know it's here!" EQUIP MGR: "Ain't seen no bike Bubba, but there's some maple syrup on the top shelf if you're hungry." RYU: (muttering) "punk ass bkitch..." .
GREINKE: "See, right there!" HAREN: "What?" A-GONE: "You're tipping your pitches, bkitch." HAREN: "So how do I fix that?" GREINKE: "Retire." HAREN: "No, really?" A-GONE: "No... really, meat." HAREN: "Really?" GREINKE: "Really. __
DEE: "See? Told ya I've been lifting!" MIGGY: "Yeah, try lifting the coin I'll be making for the next 10 years... bkitch!"