George: You wanted to see me, El Presidente?
Castro: Si, si. Come here. I understand you are very interested in one of our players, eh?
George: Si, si.
Castro: Ordinarily, I would not grant such a request but I've heard you are, uh, how you say, Communista simpatico, eh?
George: Muy sumpatico. Muy muy muy.
Castro: Well good, then you can have your pick.
George: Oh. Oh.
Castro: They will play for your Yankees.
George: Oh well, gracias El Commandante, gracias. Muy muy.
Castro: And I would be honored if you would be my guest for dinner tonight at the Presidential palace. There will be girls there. And, I hear, some pretty good food. Of course, the problem with parties is you invariably have to eat standing up, which I don't care for. But on the other hand, I don't like to balance a plate on my lap either. Once when I was at a party, I put my plate on someone's piano. I assure you, if I had not been a dictator, I would not have been able to get away with that one.