Sam: I know what you're thinking. But I can explain it. I know it looked like a home run.
Norm: Yeah, our first clue was when the ball actually left the stadium.
Sam: Yeah, but it doesn't count 'cause I did it on purpose.
Cliff: All right.
Carla: Oh, sure, Sam. You let him get a home run off you on purpose.
Sam: No, no. I did it for Kincaid's grandkid. He wanted to see his grandfather hit a home run, so... Well, hell, he can explain it to you. Billy. Yo, hey, Billy!
Carla: Oh, right, Sam. Whatever you say. We believe you.
Sam: Why are you using that voice? That's your "I don't believe you" voice.
Carla: No it's not, Sam. I do believe you.
Sam: Then why are you still talking- Oh, come on, listen, Billy'll tell you everything. Hey, Billy! Come on, Billy!
Carla: Sam, Sam. Come on. Let's go home. We get to go on an airplane ride. And maybe when we're up there, we'll get to see that pitch you served Dutch.
Sam: I'm telling you, I did it on purpose. I swear to God. There was this kid... Come on, Billy! This isn't funny!