Oh boy.

Oh boy.

Oh boy. [knocks]

-Inside. -Oh boy.

Boy that had some heat on it.

-This is your room Mr. Rowengartner. -We get our own rooms?

-[sigh] You're too kind, mom. (to the boys) Come on!

-Alright now! Let 'er rip, now! -Oh boy, pinball!

-Why didn't you tell me? -Because I thought you liked telling me stories about him.

-He's a kid. -The Cubs own him. And as his manager, you get 10%, which translations into $2.5 million dollars.

Steadman's heating it up like the days of yore, when men were men, and when... and that's another story!

And there's the first pitch of the season!

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

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

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.

For the whole shootin' match. This is for all the marbles. The division champions. The loser goes home a loser.

Throw him the cheese! Throw him the high! Stinky! Lipburger!