-Okay. But this is the last time. -Thank you. Thank you.

I'm sorry, what was that last line again? If it's irresistably, hypothetically, and logically- -Henry. Henry.

-What a team. -Poor Mr. Carson. His last season as team owner. He must be really depressed.

-You throw the ball real high. I dare you. See how chicken you are. -Alright, but it's the last time.

And there's the first pitch of the season!

-Get plenty of rest! -Sunscreen!

Little bit of competition, huh?

-You big, ugly piece of- -sit!

The diamond, the decorations, and the dread of yet another losing season.

Richard's calling for the attention of Wock! Again!

-Throw the heat! Throw the heat! -Cut the funky cheese!

-You have a boat? -Yeah. Kind of.

$500? That's like 6 years of allowance!

I gotta be out of my mind.

Alright, bring him out of there now!

You gotta get rid of Ched Steadman.

Now the three week anniversary is the, um... That's the necklace anniversary.

The bone is fine. But the tendons have fused with the humerus.

Give him the cheese! The high! Stinky! Chedder!

The winner moves on to the World Series.