Crash: I'm too old for this s***. Why the hell am I back in A ball?
Skip: 'Cause of Ebby Calvin LaLoosh. Big club's got a hundred grand in him.
Larry: He's got a million dollar arm, and a five cent head.
Skip: Had a gun on him tonight. The last five pitched he threw were faster that the first five, He has the best young arm I've seen in 30 years. You've been around. You're smart, professional. We want you to mature the kid. We want you to room with him on the road, stay on his case all year. He could go all the way.
Crash: Where can I go?
Skip: You can keep going to the ballpark, and keep getting paid to do it. Beats the hell out of working at Sears.
Larry: Sears sucks, Crash. I worked there once, sold old lady Kenmore. Nasty.
Skip: And who cares if it's the Carolina League. It's a chance to play every day.
Crash: You don't want a ballplayer; you want a stable pony.
Skip: Nah.
Crash: Well, my triple-A contract gets bought out so I can hold some flavor-of-the-month's dick in the bus leagues, is that it? Well, f*** this f***ing game! [pause] I quit, all right? I f***ing quit.
[Crash exits the office and stands in the clubhouse for a minute before sticking his head back through the door]
Crash: Who we play tomorrow?
Skip: Winston-Salem. Batting practice at 11:30.