URIBE: "What the fucking problema, payaso?!!!" GRUNT: "Dude, we're in Minnesota!" URIBE: "So, what that mean?!!!" GRUNT: "It's just a little harder than you might imagine to find a Taco Bell is all. But there's a White Castle..." URIBE: "White Castle??? You fucking racist!!!" GRUNT: _
KID: "Hi Mr. Garciaparra, you're my favorite player ever! Can I have an autograph?" NOMAR: "Sorry kid, I don't sign for Mexicans." KID: "Wow, racist." _
KEMP: "What are you doing?" SVS: "I'm carrying you up to the plate." KEMP: "Um, bruh, I think I can handle it." SVS: "Yeah, no way we're risking your porcelain ass breaking on the way there bkitch." __
TURNER: "Hey little man, what's happening?" KID: "Uh, what's happening is you're getting carrot juice all over my baseball, you ginger ckunt!" __
TOMMY: "Damn Hatch, why didn't you bring more skanks like this around when you were playing?" HATCHER: "Tommy... this is my wife." TOMMY: "What, no way?!!! Turn around and let me check out dat bubble, bkitch? Yup, thought so." HATCHER: "Thought so what?" TOMMY: "Yeah, I banged this pig in between a doubleheader in '88." HATCHER: "Come on, Tommy. This is my dear wife you're talking about!" MS. HATCHER: "Um, Mickey... remember when you asked why I wanted to same our first born Tommy?..." TOMMY: "That's right, and I bet the little fuck is hung like a mule..." HATCHER: __
TOMMY: "And so, Gary, my shit stays rock hard wayyyyyy more than 4 hours." VITTI: "Okay, and no offense Tommy, but why exactly is that a problem?" TOMMY: "No problem for me, Gary. But your wife's ass is getting sore. Not that you've ever heard that complaint from her..." __
CK: (thinking) "I wonder what I'm gonna do with all this money..." AJ: (thinking) "I wonder if I still have a job..." __
DBB: "So wouldn't every hitter be in scoring position?" ZACK: "No, you fucken idiot!" DBB: "Well, why is 2nd base scoring position and 1st base isn't?" ZACK: "Because when you're on 2nd your halfway home, you fucken hayseed!!" DBB: "Okay, smart guy... 1st base is only 90 feet from home, so it's actually closer." ZACK: "Really? Are you really that fucken stupid?!!!" DBB: "You can't argue with logic, Zachary..." ZACK: "I really hate you." _
WALLACH: "Okay, so what's this meeting about?" DBB: "I think someone took my magic 8-ball." KERSH: "What the fuck is a magic 8-ball?" WALLACH: "It's this toy, before your time..." DBB: "It's not a toy!" KERSH: "So what's it do?" WALLACH: "You ask it a question, shake it, and it gives you one of several generic responses. Total bullshit." DBB: "It's not bullshit, it really works!!!" KERSH: "So what do you use it for?" WALLACH: "He uses it throughout the game for everything; stealing, hit-and-runs, matchups, you name it..." KERSH: "Is that true?" DBB: "It's not a toy, it's not bullshit, it really works!!!" KERSH: WALLACH: _ _ _ DBB: "Have any of you guys seen my magic 8-ball?" DEE: "Nah bkitch, but I can score you an 8-ball." PEREZ: "And I can get you some weed." HAREN: "And I can get you some tweak." _ _ _ DBB: "Timmy, you're going to have to manage today. I gotta go to Toys R' Us." WALLACH: "Hey, if you pass by the toddler's area, say hi to Ruven for me!" DBB: "Who?" WALLACH: "Oh, never mind." _ _
Little Girl: Mister. Do you know which one is my daddy: Man: Lemme see. Girl: Is it #27? Man: I doubt it it. He's what we call 'soft' . So that leads to other 'man' problems. Girl: Is it #66? Man: I don't think so. He isn't smart enough yet. Girl: Is it #16? Man: Hmm. That might be possible but he's actually happily married. Girl is it #5 Man: Let us pray it isn't. But stay close. He looks hungry. Girl: Is it....(Man interupts her).. who do you want it to be? Girl: (Excited) That one. That one! Man: Oh Carl? (Thinks to himself-fuck it). Yes!! That's your daddy and you now have 12 brothers and sisters.
Grainkey: Hey AJ. Remember when I signed I said I followed the money? AJ: Sure do. But as long as you pitch well, no one is going to care. Grainkey: Look here milk toast, I wasn't looking for some sorry ass apologist support. I wanted to make a point. AJ: Got it. Sorry buddy (thinking over paid whiny little bkitch that can pitch). What's your point? Grainkey: My point is this. I'm sticking to that statement win or lose. Something has to justify why I came here with a bunch of non hitting over paid no fire having millionaires and a fucking tool of a manager that couldn't run a little league team of Downs children. AJ: Damn. That's harsh Zack. Mellow out bro. Grainkey: Tell you what meatball. Get your soft ass off the bench, hit .260, cover my ass when I throw at someone. That's right bkitch, I havent forgotten your failure with that fkag Quentin. And then I might "mellow out". And block some balls in the dirt you lazy fuck. You're thirty points away from being the next Dave Sax! AJ: I'm going to go talk to Kersh.