Boy: Hi, I'm looking for Sam Malone, the ex-Red Sox player.
Carla: That's him over there behind the bar.
Boy: Boy, has he gotten old.
Sam: Oh, no, no, son, I'm Sam Malone.
Boy: I know.
Sam: Does your mother know you hang around in bars?
Boy: Mr. Malone, my brother, Doug, is the biggest Red Sox fan ever and he's in the hospital having his tonsils out. It would mean a lot if he could have an autograph.
Sam: Sure thing.
Coach: Here you go, Sam.
Boy: Not yours. I figured you'd know where to find Carl Yastrzemski.
Sam: Well, no I don't know, but I'll certainly start you on your way. [gets ready to throw the ball]
Coach: Sam, hold it. Hold it.
Sam: Just kidding. Just kidding. Here's your ball. I'm sorry. I don't know where he is. We don't keep in touch.
Boy: Gee, Doug will be disappointed. I don't know what to do. Hey, could you sign it? It's almost as good.
Sam: You sure your brother's not going to mind?
Boy: Yeah. He doesn't know what Yastrzemski's handwriting looks like.
Sam: Good point. Good point.