Come on. You said I can't watch the game OR listen to it. But I've had enough...we get blanked the first two games against the Giants...we gotta get em back! Let me at least check the score.
Now, Tommy...you're making good progress. Feel free to watch other channels. Look - here on TCM is Frank Sinatra in "The Detective." That sounds good. Once the game is--
Listen, Doc...I'm sitting here in my own home. I've had your bag of unsalted potato chips. Made me eat this eggplant and only a half order of pasta. I could barely taste the Parmesan. First you call that a lunch, now this? I shoulda gone shopping with my wife. I could use a new belt.
Tommy, I just have to stay here until the game is over. Well, it...wait, now, Tommy, I was to hold the remote until--
And the Giants win...they SWEEP the Dodgers, who fail to score a single run in 3 games.
(Throws bag of trail mix at the television)
For the Dodgers, this is a road trip they'd love to forget. 0-6 here in the Bay Area and--
Easy now, Mr. Lasorda. Let me get the stress toy, and we can--
Either you get me a plate of spaghetti and meatballs in the next 10 minutes, or...I'm having Donny Yankees fired. FIRED.
FIRED. HE'S SABOTAGING THIS TEAM. AND ANOTHER THING. IF YOU GIVE ME ANOTHER PLATE OF DRIED FRUIT, I'M...(gets up quickly, and closes bathroom door)
SONUVABITCH.
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