Wha Happen?

Guys, you can't put me in this kind of position.  If I'm boasting about your play, you gotta step it up.  You're making me look bad.

Sorry, Tommy...but what can I say?  I'm using all the lessons you taught me back in 1988.  You know, I was reading that I'm yet another successful former Dodger that's managing another team...and not--

ALL RIGHT, I know what you're gonna say.  Look, it wasn't me that picked Donny Yankees.  I've tried to give him insight, but I swear he hears only every 5th thing I tell him.

I knew you guys weren't that good.

Bochy, don't you even fucking start.  We swept your team right inna water.  We could do it again.  Don't worry about Arizona, unless you play them.  I'll worry about MY team.  Or...the team I worry about.

Tommy, I found my notes.  I think Joe said relievers stay in one inning only no matter what.  So, until he tells me otherwise, I'll keep doing that.

Are you outta your fucking mind?  Do you think managing a team is something you do while learning how to eat a sunflower seed?  Hell no!  You can't just SIT THERE AND FUCKING WATCH--

Tommy?  Are you on the phone in there?  That better not be baseball talk.  Remember what we said.

(muttering)  Cristo, io sono circondato da imbecilli.