"That's it! I'm sick of fucking Mr. Yankees taking us into the toilet. Honey, get me one of my award-winning wines and the phone.
(Takes bite of Italian Sausage)

Donnie, I'm going to say it slow so a Yankee understands. Ever since you shaved off that mustache, your life hasn't been the same, Capice? I spent a whole fucking day at Tutti Santi, having lunch with you and giving you insight few have! The kind of shit that prevents you from being out-managed and swept by Dusty Baker! When I had Dusty on my teams, you know what we used to do keep him focused? Tell him he hadn't hit in a week! Which was BULLSHIT! But he was dumb enough to believe me!
(Softly) Is that Tommy on the line?
(Softly) Just tell him that I can get Fox to do an advance--
You and me are gonna have lunch at the stadium. I'm calling Dave, and he'll make the fried chicken with sawmill gravy. And if you want to keep your fucking job, you're telling that show you can't make it. Otherwise, I'm sending YOU down to Albuquerque. And after lunch we're gonna meet Kenley Jansen half-way...and send him back.
(hangs up)
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YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
. . . and they come here in two weeks. Love Tommy.
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