Carla: Come on, Sammy, let's go. It would be great to see you pitch again.
Sam: No way. I told him "no" and I meant it.
Carla: Come on, the guy is a jerk. You've got to nail him.
Sam: No.
Carla: Knock him down a few pegs.
Sam: No. No, no, no.
Carla: Oh, no. You're afraid he's still gonna be able to hit you.
Sam: Oh, are you kidding me? The guy's a washed-up old has-been. I mean, he hasn't played for years. I can strike him out with one hand tied behind my back.
Carla: Worth a try, Sammy. The other way never worked.
Sam: That was then, you know. Now I've got the edge on him. I'm young. You know, I'm in good shape. Aw, shoot. I've got to remember to warm up before I do that.