Hey, Ken Dixon.
It's a pleasure to be on the same field with you, Mr. Dixon.
I admire your work. You're a great hitter.
That pitcher of yours sure thinks he's cute, don't he ? He sure does.
You had a great season this year, Mr. Dixon.
I saw that game in Boston back in June. You saw that game ?
Yeah, I saw that game.
Strike !
Boy, I tell you, great game.
Two home runs, a triple, six RBIs all told.
I can't believe you didn't make the all-star team. I didn't believe it either.
Strike two. Foul ball.
Come on, Monty ! Keep it in there !
Hey, Dixon, I saw your wife on television too. Yeah ?
- She sure is an ugly bitch. - Thanks.
- Strike three ! You're out ! - You can't call my wife ugly !
I'll call her anything ! Get out of here, Dixon !
I don't care ! And you shut up.
Get out of here. [ Indistinct ]
Get out of here ! You, shut up ! What did I say ?
What happened ? What did he say ? Called my wife an ugly bitch.
That's bullshit ! [ Indistinct ]
You're an asshole ! Come back here !
A very heated exchange. And looks like this game may have some real spirit after all.
[ Chattering ] It's all right. All right. Come on.
One word out of you, fat boy, and you eat your mask.
You ain't gonna talk to me the way you did Dixon ?
Can I help it if a guy can't take a joke ?
Besides, have you ever seen his wife ? Yeah. Ugly bitch.