Cliff: Hey, Sammy, this guy over here doesn't believe me about your bar slide. Would you mind serving one up just to save my good name?
Sam: My pleasure.
Cliff: Thank you, Sammy. Let's get this garbage out of here.
Coach: Clear the runway.
Cliff: OK, Sammy. Any time you're ready.
Coach: There you go, Sammy.
[Sam slides a beer down the bar, around the corner and across to Cliff]
Cliff: Hit the bricks, pal.
Diane: Okay, okay. How do you do it?
Sam: Well, that's just one of my two hidden talents. The other is just as impressive.
Diane: But you can hardly charge a buck for it.

Sam: Listen. Now, he's been in baseball for a long time. Maybe there's something to this stuff about sex.
Rick Walker: No, Sam, I appreciate the suggestion here but I just don't think that's the answer.
Diane: Oh, wait. Now, wait just a minute. Don't say it's not the answer until you've tried it.
Sam: Diane, Diane-
Diane: Excuse me. My name is Diane. I have done this for years, and I'll tell you, I would be happy to teach you how to do it.
Rick Walker: Well, Diane, this is very kind of you but I don't think...
Diane: No, no, no. Please. Do me the favor of trying it with me.
Rick Walker: Is she serious?
Sam: Oh, yes. She's serious. She does it all the time. She just said so.
Diane: That's right.
Rick Walker: Er... Do you...
Diane: Oh, are you kidding? Him? He'd just make jokes.

Rick Walker: Well, OK, then. OK. What time's good for you?
Diane: Well, personally, I like to get at least half an hour in before breakfast, but... Look. Any time's all right with me.
Rick Walker: Darling, I like you.
Diane: You know, there is something so beautiful about experiencing it outdoors.
Rick Walker: Don't people stare at you? [Sam laughs]
Diane: Yes. Sometimes. But they end up learning something. Sometimes people even join in. You know, all this talk has gotten me so excited. What the hell? Let's do it now!
Rick Walker: Outside?
Diane: Oh, no, no. It's a little cold and I prefer to take my shoes off. Sam, could we use your office, huh?
Sam: Wait. I've let this go too far...
Diane: No, no, no. We don't need to hear from Mr. Sceptic. Rick here is after something and I can show him where it is.
[After Diane and Rick disappear into Sam's office, a slap can be heard. Diane emerges from the office, her face twitching. She addresses Sam with an awkward look before heading to the back.]

Sam: You gotta start doing different things. You gotta... I dunno. Maybe discover some rituals or superstitions. Maybe start carrying around a lucky charm. I know that sounds silly, but what you gotta do now is break up your routine.
Cliff: Uh, did you have any superstitions, Sammy?
Sam: Well, yeah, I had one crazy little one. I never pitched to anybody named Reggie, Willie or The Bull.

Coach: What is it today, Sammy?
Sam: Oh, nothing too exciting. I locked my keys in the car.
Cliff: Hey! I won the pool!
Norm: Cliff wins three days in a row. It's uncanny.
Carla: What did you have yesterday?
Cliff: Ah, it was scrapes and nicks, and he cut himself shaving. And the day before that, I had stubbing something.
Sam: It still hurts.
Coach: Tell me. What do you like tomorrow?
Cliff: Uh... I see a mine shaft.

Diane: If he didn't win the games, why does he think it's a good luck charm?
Coach: Diane, it had nothing to do with baseball.
Diane: Oh, I knew it. I knew there was more to this. Come on. Why's it so important to him?
Coach: Please, Diane. I can't tell you. I'm sorry. I can't.
Diane: Come on, Coach. I'm real curious.
Coach: OK. You can ask me a yes or a no question.
Diane: OK. One question?
Coach: Yes. [Diane realizes her mistake]

Coach: Norm, is it the 21st inning?
Norm: Let's see... I get 22, but this one could be the national anthem.
Cliff: Ah, that's a little too much baseball for me. I'm heading out of here.
Norm: Not me, Cliffy. I'm a real Red Sox fan. I stay to the very last out.
Sam: It's closing time, Norm. I can't serve you anymore.
Norm: Not like it's the World Series or anything.

Norm: Goodnight.
Coach: Goodnight, Norm.
Norm: Wake up, Diane. Cliffy, let's go do something, huh?
Cliff: No, not tonight, Norm. I gotta be at the post office soon to pick up my bag.
Norm: I gotta go crawl into bed with mine.

Diane: What's wrong?
Sam: He lost it a week ago in Kansas City. He was putting off telling me about it.
Diane: Kansas City. One town I've always wanted to see. Huh? We'll jump on a plane... Oh, well, what's the difference? Easy come, easy go, huh? Come on, Sam. Let's get out. [Sam slaps the wooden frame of the bar]
Sam: Go home. Diane...
Diane: I tell you what. Even better. Let's just talk, you know?
Sam: What are you gonna tell me that I haven't heard a hundred times, huh?
Diane: Oh, come on, Sam. It's important that you not be here tonight, huh? You don't wanna be in a bar.
Sam: Where am I gonna be tomorrow night, and the next, and the day after, huh? I'm gonna be in a bar.
Diane: But you're gonna feel better tomorrow.
Sam: No. No, I'm gonna feel better tonight.
Diane: Here's an idea. Why don't you watch me get drunk? I'll get real sick... Sam, no-
Sam: Don't. Just don't.
[Sam uncaps a beer, pours it into a glass and stares at it. He slides it down, around the bar and picks up the cap.]
Sam: I guess I gave the wrong one to Rick, huh?

Sam: You're in luck here. A genuine Red Sock's on his way over.
Carla: No kiddin'? [wipes glass]
Sam: What are you doing?
Carla: Sam, I don't want a Boston Red Sock to come in here and get a glass with lipstick on it or crud at the bottom. [to a guy at the bar] Sit up straight, will ya?
Carla: So who is it, huh? Evans? Rice? Yaz?
Sam: You heard of Rick Walker?
Carla: [spits in a glass] He can use that one.
Sam: Carla.
Carla: For five years, when he pitched for Detroit, we couldn't win a game against them. Then he signed for the Sox for big bucks and now he's leading the league in early showers.