Soon as I take care of a little business.

It's yours! It's yours!

-Your father... Okay.

-No, I wanna make sure you get in okay. -None of the other Cub moms are gonna be there.

I'm your worst nightmare.

In fact, your mother probably doesn't know who your father is! Your father's some guy who left town!

-Ow! -Take your base! -Sorry!

All four! Take your base!

All four! Take your base!

Take your base. [crowd boos]

Raven-booser. Your locker's over here.

-You're not my father! -That's right, I'm not your father! Ched Steadman's not your father!

Take this business very seriously! If you are joking, I swear you're gonna end up selling weiners! In the nose bleed section!

-What he said about your father... -Yeah?

You can't hit him with your fastball.

Hey pitcher! You got something hanging out of your nose!

-Your mom is so cool. -Yeah, she's alright.

-What's your name, kid? -Henry. -Shut up George!

-I must be looking for your father. -My dad?

-Woah! -You sure your dad said it was alright?