Sandy: Now you listen to me you little midget. I brought Flores up here to play SS, so stop wasting his bat on the bench, and put his mexican *** in the lineup
TC: He's not Mexican, he's from Venez....
Sandy: SHUT UP! I don't care if he's from the jungles of Iceland or some Aborigine. I brought him up, and I want him to play.
TC: But I'm trying to win games.
Sandy: How's that working out for you, you little pygmy.
TC: Come on, that's really not necessary.
Sandy: SILENCE, YOU FUHKING OOMPA LOOMPA!!! I want Flores in the lineup. Are we clear?
TC: What am I going to tell Ruben? I mean he's improved this year, and has been playing solid defense.
Sandy: Herpes improves too, but always comes back worse than ever. He's herpes! Tell him that!
TC: I can't tell him he's herpes, and I think he deserves to play.
Sandy: SHUT YOUR WORD HOLE, YOU MARSUPIAL. Here's how it's going to go. You can either play Flores at short, or in September I'm bringing Wally up to sit on the bench, and I'm gonig to have his **** surgically inserted into your ***. So the choice is yours. Who is your starting SS tonight.
TC: Wilmer Flores. Is there anything else?
Sandy: Yeah, I want Nebuchadnezzar playing LF until I can release Young and get that Aryan bastard Dan Derker up here.
TC: I don't know who that is.
Sandy: You know, the dutch kid. What the fuhk is his god dammed name? NewHeinzKetchup or some **** like that.
Sandy: Yeah, I want that little *** hole in LF until the kid who looks like a girl is brought up. That's it, now I'm tired of talking to you, you little homonculous.