-See you in 10 days! -Bye! -Don't forget to eat your vegetables!

-Can't come in here! Players only! And the locker rooms are right at the end of the hall. -Goodbye! Bye!

I'm in? I'm in?

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

-What's in the baby carriage?

Opening day at Wrigley, and oh, what a sight!

-What's this? -Happy cast-off day. -What is it?

-What? -The only reason you're playing for the Cubs is because you broke your stupid arm!

-So how'd you do? -Let's just say I made the play of the day.

That's the signal kid. You're in.

Okay, Deezer, let 'er rip! Throw in the chedder! Come on, right in the kitchen!

Come here. Come here. Bring it in. Get in here.

-[phone rings] -Yeah. -Put the kid in.

With two outs, Oakie steps in, hoping to bring in the runner.

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

Just step in the box, son. Step up to the plate.

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

-I'm sticking a fork in him. He's done. Call in Henry. -Right.

-Hang in there, hang in there Henry! -Come on, Henry, you're alright!

-I brought in Reebok! I brought in Pepsi! -Stay away from him.