It's a pleasure to be on the same field with you, Mr. Dixon.

I admire your work. You're a great hitter.

That pitcher of yours sure thinks he's cute, don't he ? He sure does.

You had a great season this year, Mr. Dixon.

I saw that game in Boston back in June. You saw that game ?

Yeah, I saw that game.

Strike !

Boy, I tell you, great game.

Two home runs, a triple, six RBIs all told.

I can't believe you didn't make the all-star team. I didn't believe it either.

Strike two. Foul ball.

Come on, Monty ! Keep it in there !

Hey, Dixon, I saw your wife on television too. Yeah ?

- She sure is an ugly bitch. - Thanks.

- Strike three ! You're out ! - You can't call my wife ugly !

I'll call her anything ! Get out of here, Dixon !

I don't care ! And you shut up.

Get out of here. [ Indistinct ]

Get out of here ! You, shut up ! What did I say ?

What happened ? What did he say ? Called my wife an ugly bitch.

That's bullshit ! [ Indistinct ]

You're an asshole ! Come back here !

A very heated exchange. And looks like this game may have some real spirit after all.

[ Chattering ] It's all right. All right. Come on.

One word out of you, fat boy, and you eat your mask.

You ain't gonna talk to me the way you did Dixon ?

Can I help it if a guy can't take a joke ?

Besides, have you ever seen his wife ? Yeah. Ugly bitch.