Sunday, August 26, 2007
-That was a strike.
-No it wasn't
-Mikey, was that a strike?
-I don't know. You won't let me pitch. I'm not tellin' anyway.
-Richie, that was a strike, wasn't it?
-Look, it's my ball and bat and I'm just standing here. I'm not sayin' either.
-Look, you idiots, if I don't pitch it'll never be a strike and we'll just be fishin' the balls out of the grass over and over.
-Dad says if we fight, he'll make me mow the lawn instead of playin'. I'm gonna lie and tell him you're pick'n a fight with me.
-He couldn't beat up your sister, never mind you.
-You tried once. No you can't.
-Well, then, he'll have to mow the lawn. He won't say so.
-Beats standin'here listenin' to you call a ball a strike.