Diane: Sam, will you do me a favor?
Sam: You want me to try and take your purse, right?
Diane: OK, I deserved that. No, I'm curious. I want to hear about the Booger.
Sam: The what?
Diane: The guy from Baltimore.
Sam: Listen, Diane, I know when I'm being patronized. I may not have had 80 majors, but I know when I'm being patronized. Second game, bottom of the ninth, Boog's up again...
Diane: Again?
Sam: Oh, yeah, I'm seeing the clown in my dreams. See, if I serve him a gopher ball, we're five games out of first place with eight to play. Now, there's only one guy on base, but it happens to be Don Buford. He's over there on first base dancing around. I had to go over there, uh, 20 times.
Diane: To talk to him about dancing?
Sam: No. You see, you gotta throw the ball to first to keep the runner close to the bag. If you don't...
Diane: Wait, wait. Don't you throw the ball at the batter?
Sam: Look, this story's going nowhere. Why don't we just forget it.
Diane: Good. Now we have time for my cheerleader story.
Sam: OK, Buford's on first...