Carla: Hey, I thought you guys were at the baseball game.
Cliff: Ah, we left in outrage.
Norm: They gave us a hard time, asked us to change seats.
Coach: Why did they ask you to change seats?
Cliff: Oh, get this. We're out in centerfield, we took off our shirts to get some sun. They said the glare off Norm was blinding the batters.
Norm: Can I help it if I have alabaster skin?
Cliff: It's all right, Norm. Baseball should be played at night anyway.