i'm, ah, not with them anymore.
yeh, well, i'm not sure i can make it by then.
yeh. where's cleveland?
vaughn. rick vaughn.
california penal.
i stole a car.
what is that stuff?
you put snot on the ball?
this is final cut down day, right?
i don't wanna go in there.
drawing strength from hayes, walks resolutely to his locker and whips it open. there hanging from the top hook is the "red death." vaughn stares at it expressionless, then slowly closes his locker.
i got news for you, mr. brown. you haven't heard the last of me. you think i'm shit now, but someday you'll be sorry you cut me. i'm gonna catch on somewhere else, and every time i pitch against you, i'm gonna stick it up your ass.
what do you mean?
like what?
what was it? a slider?
what is it? the chick?
you want me to beat the shit out of him?
a librarian? shit, i gotta start readin' again.
oh, shit.
walking alone down the tunnel to the locker room. he angrily knocks one of the overhead light bulbs out with his glove.
god, i was horse shit tonight.
what?
oh yeh, name one.
shit.
there aren't any stewardesses.
ah.  yeh.  sure. my first autograph. i couldn't give these away a couple weeks ago.
thanks.
i thought you had to do somethin' good to be a celebrity.
what about koufax?
you gonna send me to the minors?
these things make me look ridiculous.
what's that for?
fuckin' dorn. game shoulda been over by now. dorn coulda had that ball. he tanked it on purpose.
yeh, but i don't know if there'll be much on it. my arm feels like jello.
the last time i did that, the guy hit one that hasn't landed yet.
i was bored.
it's hotter than shit in here. what happened to the air conditioning?
naw, i'm all right.
taking his stretch with a man on first, and firing to the plate. the batter swings and misses for strike three, while the runner on first breaks for second. taylor rifles a throw down to second nailing the runner for a double play.
that's why we carry the american express card. no matter how far out of first we are, it keeps us from getting shut out at our favorite hotels and restaurants.
you wanted to see me?
yeh, sure. whatever's best for the team.
yeh, okay.
i don't think i'd be very good company tonight.
nothin'. job problem.
i'm, ah, a ball player.
why did you come over then?
where you goin'?
i didn't even get your name.
suzanne dorn?
i swear to god i didn't know who she was.