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Honestly Joe. You're gonna get yourself a heart attack if you keep this up.
Is Meg still up? She went to bed, a while ago.
Why make something out of the Yankees? They're a swell bunch of fellas and we....
The team has been consistent. Yeah, we always loose.
Like we do, I tell ya what...
Well go out there and tell him to bear down. Sure Benny.
That's what I reasoned. That's what I reasoned.
He'll choke up when he gets in a game.
Uh.... Out west.
Joe is never coming back. Well I think he is.
We don't sit around and mope. Not a solitary sound do we head.
Benny? Benny, there is somethin different about em.
Get your bat.
What's the idea, that your boy can't get his shoes on?
There's nothing unusual about it.
And when I got to second, everybody's waitin for me except Ford Frick.
Thnere he comes now. That's the kid I wrote the story about.
I reasoned he would be the greatest husband that a girl had ever found.
Can't tell you where I'll go. It isn't fair I know.
And parking lot owners?
You're out. Out. You're nuts. He's nuts.
Slide. You're out.
Something a matter, kid? What?
I think the heats got me. You mean you really are....
Well, I'll look. But nothing will happen.
You betcha, Benny. Come on, Rocky. You tell him.