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| Okay boys, get your lazy good-for-nothing asses out on that field and practice. At this rate, we'll never stand a chance against those Yankees. | |
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| Whatta ya expect, Boilermaker? All we got on this cruddy team is a buncha jews, spics, niggers, pansies -- and a booger-eatin' moron. | |
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| C'mon, Amanda... the team needs you. I need you. Let's see that fastball I taught you! | |
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| NO! I can't be playin' no dumb baseball! I'm almost thirteen, and I -- I'll be getting a BRA soon. | |
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| HEY, YANKEES! You can take your apology -- AND your trophy -- and SHOVE 'EM STRAIGHT UP YOUR ASS! | |
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| And another thing -- just wait'll NEXT year! | |
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