George: Okay, Danny, take a swing. [Tartabull swings] N-No! No! No! You're opening up your shoulder.
Tartabull: Really?
George: No, not really. I'm just saying this to you because I like to hear myself talk. Yes, really!
Tartabull: All right, all right. [wipes sweat from his brow]
George: What are you all sweatin' for?
Tartabull: It's hot in this uniform.
George: Hot? [feels Tartabull's uniform] What is this?
Tartabull: What is what?
George: This uniform. What's it made from?
Tartabull: I don't know, cotton?
George: No. This is not cotton. Here, lemme see. [Tartabull resists as George tries to take a peek at his label] Will you stop it? Oh. Of course. Polyester!
Tartabull: So?
George: I can't believe you're not playing in cotton.
Tartabull: Well, this is what they give us.
George: You know they used to make leisure suits out of this fabric?
Tartabull: You really think cotton's better?
George: Of course! All right, maybe I'll say something to Buck.
Tartabull: Yeah, good idea. Catch you later. [exits]
George: Hey, don't embarrass me today. I got some friends in the stands.