Principal Ball: Boys are looking lousy out there, Crosby. Good coaching. Whoa. Kremp can actually play.
Mr. Crosby: Yeah, that's on me. Kid was making a weird movie with Goldberg. I made some assumptions. Kremp, you're benched for showboating. Penny loafer, you're in.
Jessie Wudders: In my defense, I have cleats, but you insisted I wear these.
Mr. Crosby: Uh-huh. Move it, penny loafer.
Jessie Wudders: Can I just stand in the grass area? They're getting all dusty.
Mr. Crosby: Yeah, you do what you need to do, kid.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] And the cherry on top of our suck sundae, my brother's pitching.