Carla: Yeah, the final score was Sam's team seven, Playmates zero. He was blowing those girls away. It was a massacre. I lost track of the final strike outs, but the important thing is the twinkies lost.
Sam: [enters] Ta-da!
Carla: Yay! Sammy, my man! Way to hum! Whoo!
Sam: Hey, did you hear I got 18 strike outs?
Steve: Uh, Sam, I counted 17.
Sam: No, the ump was blind. That ball cut the corner. Hey, Coach, drinks are on me. We're celebrating here.
Cliff: Hey, Sammy, what happened to the Playmates? I thought they were to sashay down here after the game.
Sam: Yeah, they were. You know, I guess they're sore losers. What happened to sportsmanship, huh?
Norm: Maybe they were a little put off by your victory laps.
Sam: Come on, man. That was just a joke. Hey, though, that was a pretty good game, wasn't it? I mean, I really had my stuff back.
Diane: Wasn't this game supposed to be for fun?
Sam: That's right. I had a great time.