-Billy, how's your hand? -It stinks. -Did you hear that? You made his hand stink. You were throwing...

-Hello son. I'm looking for Henry Rule-inverter. -Henry Rowengarter?

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

-Throw the heat! Burn it in there. Burn his hand off! -Fastball.

-Of course I can! I'm the manager! I make the decisions! -He is my son!

-You lookin' good, man, keep lookin' good! -Come on now, let's settle down, let's settle down, son!

-Get plenty of rest! -Sunscreen!

Little bit of competition, huh?

-You big, ugly piece of- -sit!

-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.

And there's the first pitch of the season!

-What do you think of New York? -What?

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

-Yup! You're gonna get a LOT of playing time.

Soon as I take care of a little business.

10 bucks says Kyle knocks it out of the park.