RW Ranch Wilder
[Roger and J.P. are watching the game from a tree near the stadium and listening to the radio broadcast; on the field, George Knox starts walking out to the mound] [on the radio]
With another example of his infamous temper, manager George Knox calls time out. He is going to have a word with his pitcher, Frank Gates.
I don't think it's going to be a happy word.
R Ranch
And it looks like Knox is going to take Gates out. Gates doesn't look too, pleased about this.
[on the field]
Give me the ball.
FG Frank Gates
It ain't my fault, you need a new outfield.
[louder]
You're out of here, GIVE ME THE BALL!!!
FG Frank Gates
Do you want the ball? Well, here you go. [starts to hand it over] GO GET IT! [throws it aside and starts to hand his glove over] Do you want my glove? WELL, GO GET IT. [throws it as well].
RW Ranch Wilder
[on the radio]
Gates has thrown his ball and glove into the stands!
[lunges at Gates]
Oh, Go on, get out of here, you're finished Gates. [they begin fighting with each other]
RW Ranch Wilder
[on the radio]
And now Knox has attacked his own pitcher!
R Ranch
This is outrageous! George Knox is fighting off his own players.
[in the tree] [sighs]
Surprise, surprise...
M Mapel
[singing while taking off his baseball team jersey]
We are the boys of summer, and it's a big bummer. No matter who we play, we give the game away. 'Cause we can't win. That would be a sin. We even lose the games before they begin--
P Players
[after speaking to Mapel who accidentally bumps his back on the pole in a surprised staring look at his manager, the whole team stares at George Knox as he walks over to the snack table and knocks it over with both of his hands]
Oh!
TM Triscuitt Messmer
Bummer.
One more loss! One more loss which could've been a win! And you call yourselves "professionals"! I have never ever seen a worst group of 25 players! You don't think as a team, you don't play as a team, you don't even lose as a team! You all got your heads so far up your butts, you can't even see the light of day! One more loss and I'll [picks up chair]... and I'll do this [throws it at a baseball bat rack and the bats go flying all over the whole locker room, as the players duck for cover]...to each and every one of you!!
WB Whitt Bass
[bat misses him as he pulls his face back]
Oh-ho-hoo! [bat hits him in the head and has a blank look]
I want you... here in uniform at 9 tomorrow! We're going back to work on fundamentals!!
N Norton
Fundamentals!? In the middle of the season!?
WB Whitt Bass
[still with a blank look]
I thought the game had started at 1?
It does start at 1, and you're a jackass!
WB Whitt Bass
No, I'm a pitcher. [after speaking to George Knox who angrily leaves the locker room while making some angry groaning and moaning, grunting sounds to himself while putting both of his hands above his head]
PG Pablo Garcia
You can be a pitcher and a jackass.
JM José Martinez
Sí, it's very common.
WB Whitt Bass
Oh! [faintly falls into his locker area while feeling unconscious]
